Stone sat there, looking dejected. Luo Qiao spoke softly to Lu Yichen, "Stone has been downcast these past few days, is something the matter?"
Lu Yichen nodded and said, "Indeed, something's not right. He keeps hesitating to speak. I guess he might want to plead for Kong Yuru."
Luo Qiao didn't speak further. If Stone really brought up this matter, she would have to reconsider involving him in future matters, as she did not want to raise an ingrate.
Once the food was ready, Luo Qiao asked Lu Yichen to serve the dishes while she picked up the letter and walked into the house.
As Luo Qiao pondered why the newspaper would put the remittance slip in the envelope—as it would be troublesome if lost—she also thought that she should use a pen name for future submissions to avoid such hassles.
When she came out of the room, Lu Yichen had already set the table for their meal. The three of them seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts, so dinner was not as lively as usual.