In the private room, Lin Qian finished the meal with several people and was about to settle the bill.
"Lin Qian, you don't mind me calling you that, right?"
Wen Qianhuai stood up and held Lin Qian's belongings for her.
Lin Qian was momentarily surprised but smiled nonchalantly, "As you wish."
It was just a form of address; she didn't pay much attention to such minor details.
Beside them, Chu Ziyang watched Wen Qianhuai's enthusiasm with slight furrows in his brow.
He grabbed Lin Qian's small bag, "Mr. Wen, I can carry Mom's bag myself."
Wen Qianhuai was about to speak as Lin Qian's bag was taken by Chu Ziyang.
Instantly, a shadow passed through his eyes.
But it quickly disappeared.
"Haha, Ziyang is such a sensible good child."
Wen Qianhuai laughed and praised, while Chu Ziyang pursed his lips, clutching Lin Qian's handbag tightly and staying by her side.