Zuo Yuqing looked somewhat distressed as she turned to Song Qiao, sitting beside Lu Jingchen. Clenching her teeth, she spoke, "Can I talk to you in private?"
Song Qiao frowned subconsciously upon hearing her request, but still, with an unchanged expression, she turned her head and glanced at Zuo Yuqing across from her, her lips curving into a thin, cold smile.
However, before she could say anything, Lu Jingchen had already directly refused her suggestion, "Qiaoqiao is my wife, there's no issue with her listening in. Go ahead, what is it that you wanted to discuss with me?"
"I..." Upon hearing Lu Jingchen's words, Zuo Yuqing's complexion turned slightly pale, her eyes filled with hurt and pain, even carrying a hint of disbelief.
At that moment, Chen's mom arrived with the flower tea and pastries, walking up to Lu Jingchen and Song Qiao, smiling as she said, "Sir, the pastries and flower tea you had me prepare for the lady are ready."
