Words failed to bridge their differences; after discussing business, they exchanged not a single pleasantry.
One wore a cold face, the other a dismissive pout, as they entered the Qin household, one after the other.
Inside, Zhouzhou was eagerly introducing the Qin family members to Lu Qing. Grandma Qin, with a warm smile, brought over a fruit plate and curiously asked, "Zhouzhou, how many senior brothers do you have?"
Zhouzhou glanced at her chubby little hands, spread one out, and held up two fingers with the other, replying sweetly, "Seven."
"So many," Grandma Qin remarked in surprise. Besides Lu Qing, she had met the eldest and third senior brothers, leaving four yet to be seen.
She couldn't help but ask, "What are your other senior brothers like?"
Talking about her senior brothers, Zhouzhou's interest piqued. She excitedly said, "You've met the eldest and third senior brothers, Grandma. The eldest is an honest man, and the third is like a child."