Bian Ling looked a bit surprised, but didn't press for details, simply smiled instead of saying anything.
In the room, Bian Ling smiled quietly; Madam Zhao, her mother, was perfectly satisfied with Xu Huo, but didn't want to steal the spotlight.
Ms. Yu was the stepmother, and naturally found it hard to speak to her adult stepchildren—especially with their birth mother present—so she just gave Father Xu meaningful looks.
Father Xu clearly wasn't very articulate, wisely covered his awkwardness with silence, and discreetly glanced over at Lady Fang.
As for Lady Fang, sorry, she wasn't interested in any of the people present, and kept her eyes fixed on her book.
The last to speak was Tang Guangbo, whose eyes shone with paternal warmth. Breaking the ice, he asked Bian Ling how old she was.
"I'm twenty-five this year," Bian Ling replied with a smile.
"So about the same age as Xu Huo." Tang Guangbo went on: "Have you got a boyfriend?"
