92 A DINNER PARTY {I}

Xueyan sat with Shihuan in the living room. Their eyes glued to the TV. Qingran came out of the bedroom with her books.

"Mom," Qingran called. "My teacher said you should help me."

Xueyan looked at Qingran, she hasn't told her about Xiujun. "Little Xue, come over."

Qingran jogged over with a light smile on her little face. The name "little Xue" excited her.

"Guess who I met the other day..."

Qingran mouth twisted. "Who is it?"

"Du... Xiujun."

"Hahaha," Qingran laughed out. "I don't believe you." Qingran was still smiling. Her face said Xueyan was lying. "How you met him?"

"At the hotel," Xueyan answered sincerely.

Qingran raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Yes. I collided into him with my housekeeping truck."

"Ooooh!" Qingran gasped. "Did he get a scratch? Hope it wasn't much? By the way, what were you looking at?"

"And me? You didn't ask if I got injured."