After parking the car, Qin Nuan naturally took Luo Yanran's arm. Luo Qianqian checked out the height difference, pouted, and hugged onto Qin Wen's smaller arm. Why was she thirteen and not fifteen? Couldn't she be ten centimeters taller?
Qin Wen didn't mind, his gaze persistently on his sister and Luo Yanran's entwined arms, silently sighing about how outgoing girls are. He looked at Luo Qianqian with a touch more tenderness in his eyes.
Luo Qianqian didn't pay much attention to it either, she was seriously looking ahead while also taking the opportunity to glance around with her peripheral vision.
Their seats weren't together with Luo Yanran and Qin Nuan's. Looking at the dark gold invitation in Qin Wen's hand, Luo Qianqian's eyes widened in surprise. The invitation seemed quite valuable no matter how one looked at it.
Moreover, when Luo Yanran and Qin Nuan had entered, they hadn't taken any invitation, but Luo Qianqian wisely didn't voice her curiosity.
