Until they had walked far enough to confirm the car had left, their eyes met again.
Just as Leng Shaoze was about to lean in closer, Dongfang Ling stretched out his hand to stop him, "Do you think Ziqing might come back again?"
Was he scared?
"No, she won't."
Leng Shaoze couldn't wait any longer. As a man, being able to see his wife all day but not be intimate with her, did she know how frustrating that was?
Soon, they were lost in their own world.
In the car, Leng Ziqing sighed like a little adult.
Bai Qingzhu was still very considerate of her feelings, after all, it was Leng Ziqing's first time staying out, and it was easy for her to feel uneasy. She didn't want Ziqing to have that impression.
"What's wrong?"
Bai Qingzhu asked with concern.
"Aunt, as an adult, do you find us kids particularly troublesome?"
Bai Qingzhu was taken aback. What was this? The tone was so mature.
"No, not at all, why do you think that?"
