Ying Luoyu approached, Sun Jiaoyun quickly spoke: "Luoyu, do you still remember Wang Yun, your Auntie Wang? You met her back when you were in middle school."
Ying Luoyu looked at the lady who was about the same age as his mother: "Hello, Auntie Wang."
Wang Yun smiled and said, "Luoyu has really grown up, he wasn't even as tall as me back in middle school."
Sun Jiaoyun chuckled: "He was still just a kid back then."
After speaking, she looked at Ying Luoyu again: "This is your sweet sister, she is Auntie Wang's daughter."
Sweet sister...
Ying Luoyu felt a chill.
He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly towards the young girl.
The four of them sat down, and Ying Luoyu spoke directly: "Mom, since you're not shopping anymore, I'll head back first, there's something at the lab."
Of course, the 'something else' was just an excuse.
Rather than sitting here with three women, he'd rather go home and make soup for Tang Ruoqing— he didn't know how, but he could learn.
