Coming down from the attic and meeting the inquisitive and curious eyes of Li Guifen and Lin Han, she guessed they were afraid she might feel uncomfortable, so they quickly averted their gaze, only to quickly look back at her again.
Lin Qiao: "..."
"Have you eaten?"
Li Guifen cleared her throat, "I have."
At this moment, Song Tingfan also came downstairs, and upon meeting the gaze of the Lin couple, he nervously tugged at his pant legs.
After a moment of silence, Li Guifen found an excuse to send Song Tingfan away, "Tingfan, go with your uncle to carry a bag of rice."
Lin Han immediately caught on, "Yes, yes, the rice is too heavy, I can't carry it alone."
Lin Qiao could see through their clumsy excuse at a glance, "Let's go after we've eaten."
Ever since seeing her daughter and Song Tingfan hugging, Li Guifen's mind had been buzzing like a cat scratching, eager to ask clearly, "It's not far, we'll carry it back quickly."
"Yes, yes." Lin Shan led Song Tingfan out.
