Song Wei spoke, making Wen Wan feel a bit warm on her face. She muttered softly, "Anyway, you called, not me, so it's up to you to say whatever you want?"
Though her voice was small, Song Wei heard every word. He said nothing and smiled lightly, gesturing for her to sit down.
Fanghua saw her little grandson finish a piece of mung bean cake in no time and thought he might be hungry. She suggested, "Let's not just sit here, let's have a meal together, shall we?"
"I'll make arrangements." Lu Xingzhou said as he was about to stand up.
Song Wei stopped him, "Father-in-law, there's no need to trouble yourself. I need to go to the government office; time might be tight."
Lu Xingzhou's gaze involuntarily turned to Wen Wan.
Wen Wan sensed it and looked at Song Wei, "If you're busy, husband, just go. I'll accompany my godfather and godmother to eat. You can have Uncle Lin take you to the government office and then come back to pick me up."
