A Taste of Happiness (2)

"What do you think Chen-ge and your wife are talking about?" Song Yiran nudged Lu Qingfeng as he leaned against the railing of the living room balcony, while holding an ice-cold beer in one hand.

"I don't know." Lu Qingfeng answered. "I try not to get involved with Feifei's work at Bluemedia. She knows what she's doing, so I don't worry too much."

"That's not what I mean!" Song Yiran exclaimed. "I told you, I was right. Chen-ge was distracted because of a woman, but I surely didn't expect that it was him whom Miss Xiao spent a night with."

"Leave Chen-ge be. It's not right for us to poke our noses into his personal affairs." Lu Qingfeng grumbled, as if he was annoyed to know that Song Yiran got it right from the very start.

Song Yiran gasped, feigning offended by his younger brother's words.