Yang Zuyu wanted to refuse when Lu Heyan's gaze seemed to point deliberately toward the tea room outside. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, Yang Zuyu saw a jeep parked outside. One of the windows was halfway down, revealing half of Yang Xiu's face. From a distance, Yang Zuyu could still tell that Yang Xiu's hair had grown longer, making the face underneath it look like it had slimmed down significantly. If a person lost weight, they must be having a tough time. Yang Zuyu couldn't make out Yang Xiu's expression, but just from this feeling alone, he thought he couldn't ignore it.
"What's the matter? Don't you want to see him?" Lu Heyan raised an eyebrow.
Fearing that Yang Zuyu might feel uneasy, Mrs. Lu tugged at her husband's sleeve and said to Yang Zuyu, "Uncle, it has been a long while since you've seen my husband, how about we have a meal together? What do you say?"
