Lu Jingchen was holding a newspaper in one hand and scooping up a spoonful of rice porridge with the other when he heard Song Qiao's words and paused slightly. He looked up and glanced at the cell phone she had directly handed to him and hummed indifferently, "It's him."
"Haven't Xi Mohan and Ning Yan'er been together for so many years? How can they just call off the engagement like that?" Song Qiao couldn't understand.
Lu Jingchen, however, did not show much change in his expression. Xi Mohan had already told him about wanting to dissolve the engagement with Ning Yan'er on the day he decided to do so, but he didn't expect Xi Mohan to act so quickly.
Just a short two days.
With an almost imperceptible lift of his eyebrows, Lu Jingchen changed the subject, "Their matters don't have much to do with us. After we finish breakfast, get ready, we're going to the old house."
Song Qiao, "..." As if she thought of something, she instantly looked up at Lu Jingchen.
