The three people at the table all looked at Xu Qing.
Wen Ruan had a look of amusement, while Zhang Yan seemed a bit worried and puzzled.
Tang Song sighed helplessly, picked up his chopsticks again, and placed a large rib into her bowl. "Qingqing, eat more and don't just focus on talking."
"Hmm hmm~" Xu Qing imitated her older sister's demeanor, arrogantly wiggling her little hips.
But due to excessive force, the chair wobbled, which was not at all threatening, instead looking quite silly.
Watching this bizarre yet inexplicably harmonious scene,
Zhang Yan was momentarily stunned, as if something lightly bumped her mind.
She carefully watched Xu Qing, who was enjoying the ribs with a proud expression.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and silently continued eating.
Her emotions were very complicated.
In her mind, Tang Song had always been that passionate, upright, and kind brilliant young man.
In fact, she had long known that after so many years,
