Once those words were spoken, the yard fell silent.
Wu Lan and Song Sancheng looked at them, while Lun Jing's face turned rosy red, utterly embarrassed—
Help! Help! Help!
Ultimately, the one who saved her was her own son, Lun Chuan, who, with a calm face, downplayed the situation:
"Qiaoqiao, when people reach a certain age, they love to worry about the kids' relationships. Your Auntie Lu is just at that age!"
Song Tan also murmured an "hmm": "Dating gets in the way of making money. I'm farming. Where's the time for that?"
The atmosphere suddenly relaxed.
Qiaoqiao nodded in a way that seemed half-understanding.
After a while, he turned his head again and solemnly said, "Sister, if I don't farm, I can sell Ultramans to support you—just like that sister Ding Ning said, she said I have great potential, that selling things can earn a lot."
"Then I'll sell Ultramans!"
Song Tan: ...
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