Mrs. Song's expression changed several times, but she could only reluctantly follow their words.
"You're right, we won't disturb you then."
The Song family stood up to leave, and Song Xinyue unwillingly glanced in Zhou Qi's direction, just in time to see Zhou Qi standing next to Xiao Rou, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
The girl was gentle and graceful, a subtle smile on her lips, while Zhou Qi, a smile playing at his lips, his eyes deep yet exuding a tenderness that made people envious and jealous at a single glance.
With just a look, a small gesture, Song Xinyue felt like she'd been subjected to eighteen different tortures.
She was unwilling to accept it, but could only grittingly bite her teeth. She followed her parents with a purpose, but today, apart from the initial greeting, she hadn't had a chance to say even half a word to Zhou Qi.
