After the meal, Lu Xuan, along with the taciturn Qing Ping and the ever-observant Qing He, followed the siblings to their home.
Chen Ye pushed open the door, flicked on all the lights, and turned back with a wave.
"The beds in the guest rooms are already made, so you can go right to sleep. Don't worry about anything else..."
As she spoke, she glanced curiously at the taciturn, middle-aged man beside the young man and added with a smile,
"By the way, why is Uncle Qing Ping so quiet?"
Qing Ping hesitantly raised his eyelids and spoke haltingly.
"I am a man of few words."
Chen Ye and Chen Shu froze, exchanging bewildered glances.
Qing He stepped in to smooth things over, chuckling.
"Ah, that's just how he is. You'll get used to it."
As they talked, a clamor of footsteps could be heard from the street below. Chen Shu walked over to the window, craned his neck out for a moment, and said,
