Qin Miaomiao chuckled and teased him on purpose, "A man."
On the radio, Lu Qing's breath darkened slightly.
Most people wouldn't notice, but Qin Miaomiao sensed it immediately.
Ou Beichen saw Qin Miaomiao talking on the phone, her face glowing like a peach blossom, just like those girl classmates who were infatuated with him, and he found it quite off-putting.
He waved at the waiter, said "Check, please," and got up to leave without looking back. He wasn't worried about offending anyone.
Lu Qing heard Ou Beichen's voice and snickered, "So it's this little brat."
Although he disliked all men around Qin Miaomiao, he wasn't bothered by a young boy. Firstly, he thought a boy posed no threat, and he didn't believe Qin Miaomiao would take a fancy to a kid.
On the phone, Lu Qing's tone softened, "Come home early."
Qin Miaomiao's eyes sparkled with laughter, "Okay."
