Luo Qingli was nearly on the cusp of the truth, but there was one tiny yet crucial step left to take.
Seeing that Luo Qingli was finally catching on, Gu Yuying faintly glanced at her and then closed his eyes again.
"My husband, my dear husband..." Wasn't it about the hot pot? What else could it be? I merely had hot pot for lunch today and then took a walk around.
Luo Qingli carefully recalled. Where did the issue arise? At what point did things start to go awry? Probably from the moment she left the house.
After much contemplation, Luo Qingli's mind flashed with an idea. She opened her mouth wide in disbelief. Could it really be what she was thinking?!
She uncertainly looked at Gu Yuying and tentatively asked, "Uncle, is it because I had hot pot with Qin Lang at noon?"
"..." She finally remembered. Even though Luo Qingli brought it up, Gu Yuying couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.