“Xinxin, don’t eat so fast! It’s bad for your stomach,” The middle-aged woman said to her daughter, whose diet habit seemed to have changed.
“Eh? Oh!” Lin Wenwen was chewing a piece of pork rib. Hearing the woman’s words, she forced herself to eat with better table manners.
Lin Wenwen nodded and said, “Yeah, Un-Um… Daddy, you should do some exercise too when you have time.”
However, the phone soon rang again; it was still Qin Jiao.
Young Master Luo? Who was that?
Lin Wenwen blinked, then gave a smile. There seemed to be a story between her and that guy.
Lin Yuehui thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, “I think she’ll come. Let’s wait until tonight and see.”
