Changhong anxiously raised his head to argue: “Only younger by an hour!”
Oh, he was actually younger than her in that way as well. Ah Luo didn’t bicker with him over that, and shook the chicken between the chopsticks, “Are you eating or not? My hand is all sore from holding it up.”
Of course, Changhong ate it. As he chewed, he suddenly remembered, “The maidservant said you were brought back by a bodyguard. Who is he?”
He unexpectedly thought of the point that even Wei Kun hadn’t taken note of.
Wei Luo thought it really wasn’t an easy matter to explain, so from the thousand words, she formed a single sentence: a good-hearted person passed through there by chance, and conveniently rescued her.
Saying that, Zhu Geng was too cheap. Instead of saving her, he wanted to deliver her to his master for retribution.
Changhong didn’t think much of it and didn’t ask further. They sat on the bed and finished eating their meal. When the maidservant went forward to tidy up the tableware, they heard someone announce from outside that Madam Du had come back.
Finally back.
Ah Luo jumped down from the arhat bed full of enthusiasm, in a few steps ran up behind the sliding door, and pasted her ear to the surface with a mysterious appearance.
Changhong followed after her bewildered, “What are you doing?”
Ah Luo turned around, raised up a white and tender finger to place it on her lips, and hushed him, “Madam is back…”