Song Xiaorou flashed Lu Qingqing a fawning smile, sitting particularly prim and proper.
Delicate and demure—if you didn't know she fought her parents for Chen Yuxuan, you'd really believe she was some obedient little girl.
Lu Qingqing asked what was going on, "You really can't shake the Chen Family, can you? Every time I go back to my hometown, I run into them. The world's just too damn small—small enough to feel claustrophobic."
"A karmic bond, that's what it is!" Having been trained by Wu Yanmei, Song Xiaorou had become much more articulate.
"A karmic bond indeed," Lu Qingqing agreed, somewhat begrudgingly.
Song Xiaorou poured herself a large cup of tea, sipped a few times to moisten her throat, and couldn't help but gripe, "Cousin, you don't know just how bizarre that family is! Every time, they manage to shatter my expectations."
Lu Qingqing laughed heartily, "You're only figuring this out now?"
