Lu Jingchen held a newspaper in one hand while scooping a spoonful of rice porridge for himself with the other. Upon hearing Song Qiao's words, his movements paused slightly. He looked up and glanced at the phone she pushed towards him, responding with a faint "Hmm, it's him."
"Haven't Xi Mohan and Ning Yan'er been together for so many years? How can they just call off the engagement like that?" Song Qiao couldn't understand.
Lu Jingchen didn't show much change in expression. Xi Mohan had already told him about the annulment of the engagement the day it happened, but he hadn't expected Mo Han to act so quickly.
It had only been two short days.
Barely perceptible, he raised an eyebrow but swiftly changed the subject, "Their affairs don't concern us much. After we finish breakfast, get ready—we're visiting the old house."
Song Qiao, "..." As if she thought of something, she abruptly lifted her head to look at Lu Jingchen.
