Zhao Qiao'er wrapped an arm around her sister, marveling to herself. 'My sweetheart is always so thoughtful.'
He always moved people when they least expected it.
"Tha—"
Song Meiqin parted her red lips, just as she was about to speak.
But Lu Yuan cut her off with a wave of his hand.
"We're all family here. No need for such formalities.
Have you all eaten? If not, go ahead. I had a bowl of lamb soup on my way back, so I'm skipping dinner."
As he spoke, Lu Yuan took out a charcoal pencil and some paper.
He bent over the table and began to draw with intense focus.
"Aunt, I need to withdraw some money."
Lu Yuan said, his head still bowed over his drawing.
Zhao Qiao'er had wanted to tease Lu Yuan, to tell him that the three women of the house had been waiting for him, starving, before they would even start eating. She was going to forbid him from eating out next time.
But seeing how serious he was, she simply said:
"You don't need to ask me about that.
