At the same time as the knock on the door, Jian Ran pushed the door open and entered, holding a plate of peeled fruit in her hand: "Qin Yue, Xiao Jian, you father and son talk, drink a cup of tea and eat some fruit when you are tired and thirsty. "

Jian Ran knew the temperament of the father and son too well. If she didn't come in to make a rescue, the two of them would probably stare at each other all night.

Seeing Jian Ran, Qin Yue's face looked a little better: "Just put it here."