Feng Shiyan decisively refused, sitting on the sofa with a feeling like she was sitting on pins and needles.
If he stayed for dinner, oh my god, would she have to sit even longer?
"Mom, he has other things to do, he doesn't have time for dinner, let's not force him. Wan Jinlun, right?"
Feng Shiyan took the opportunity to give him a look, telling him to be sensible, or else she would explode.
Wan Jinlun naturally understood what she was thinking, realizing she might have her wound reopened, and indeed needed to rest well.
He nodded, "Auntie, I have something to do tonight, so I can't stay for dinner, thank you for your kindness."
Qiao Lu seemed a bit disappointed, "Alright then, come by next time when you're free, I'll prepare more of your favorite dishes."
"Thank you, Auntie, you're too kind."
"Yanyan, why don't you show Jinlun around?"
Wan Jinlun hesitated for a moment, "Yanyan, I heard you were especially cute when you were a child, can I see some of your old photos?"
