"Nothing much." Qi Ming didn't want to say more, just vaguely said, "We're not suitable."
Both Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen could tell this was just Qi Ming's excuse, and seeing that he didn't want to talk, they didn't press further.
Wen Qiao pointed to the room inside: "You'll stay in that room tonight, are you going back to Jiang City with us tomorrow?"
"Okay." Qi Ming nodded: "Thank you, Little Aunt."
Qi Ming was suddenly so well-behaved it left Wen Qiao feeling a bit out of place.
She blinked slowly, then patted her knee and stood up from the sofa: "Alright, then if there's nothing else—"
Wen Qiao was about to say "if there's nothing else, I'll go back to the room with your little uncle," but didn't finish before Qi Ming interrupted: "Are you guys going back to the room?"
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow, puzzled: "What else?"
Qi Ming sighed deeply: "Fine, you go enjoy your couple's time, leaving me alone in this big living room to savor the pain of a breakup."
