Xia Qinglee's eyes had been following Lu Qian the whole time. There was a trace of heartache in her eyes. Every action of hers was seen by Zhang Rou.
Taking advantage of the fact that Lu Qian had not returned, Zhang Rou sat beside her and said mysteriously, "Qingqing, Lu Qian has been following you recently. Has he become very gentle?"
A bad idea surged in Xia Qinglee's heart as she carefully probed. "Mom, you can't be?"
As the saying goes, know your mother better than your daughter. Xia Qinglee had indeed guessed Zhang Rou's thoughts.
Zhang Rou smiled and hugged one of her arms. She looked at the direction of the kitchen and after making sure that Lu Qian did not come back, she slowly said, "Qingqing, I feel that Lu Qian has feelings for you. Furthermore. . . Qingqing also. . . I'm afraid that it is the same in your heart. Since that is the case, why don't you try it out?"