Xian Qianling was about to speak when you hurriedly cut in, "Oh, I'm a friend of Police Officer Xie, just finished dealing with a case, and since I hadn't eaten dinner, I was dragged here to mooch a meal."
Your articulation was clear, each word distinctly reaching everyone's ears, but the expressions they wore as they looked at you were quite peculiar.
Especially the elderly man with silver hair, who had been staring at you, or rather sizing you up, from the moment you entered the room.
"Nonsense." Xian Qianling's father was an agingly handsome man, dressed quite plainly, with a well-maintained physique and hair peppered black and white, commanding an imposing presence without showing anger.
"Since you're here, sit down." Xian Qianling's mother looked to be an intellectual, the only one among the group who watched you with a gentle demeanor and a faint smile on her face.
"Ah, sure thing."
You didn't stand on ceremony and sat down at once.