She's always been thick-skinned, but just now... just now, where did she put her hand?
It's so embarrassing.
"You guys didn't close the door, I've been standing here for so long, and you didn't even notice. The noodles are about to get mushy. I had no choice but to interrupt you."
As Lun Shujun walked in, she spoke as if she didn't feel it was impolite at all. She walked to the bedside, placed the bowl she was holding on the nightstand, and looked at Xiang Yiqing, "Eat this bowl of noodles. I made an extra bowl while making some for Xiaoxiao, knowing that you'd come back hungry."
Xin Xiaoxiao was still a bit upset about her sudden intrusion, "You're just like our Old Xin, no manners at all, coming in without knocking."
Comparing her to that unreasonable father, Lun Shujun frowned, glaring at Xin Xiaoxiao, "You better watch out or I won't let you touch my son."
