Luo Bisheng's feet were nailed to the ground.
Clearly, he had noticed something was wrong too.
Cheng Huan's eyes were badly swollen, her nose was red, and her lips were pressed tightly together. Two people followed behind her. The woman was in her early fifties, with short, curly hair and a black handbag. She wore a smile, but it did not reach her eyes. The man was not tall. He stood stiffly upright, his hair meticulously combed, his hands clasped behind his back and his chin raised. His eyes were fixed on Luo Bisheng as he approached.
These two were probably Cheng Huan's parents.
Luo Bisheng's smile froze on his face because Cheng Huan had not returned it.
Before he could recover, someone suddenly wrapped an arm around his lower back.
Wang Xiaoliang came up close behind him and pushed forward with his palm. Luo Bisheng's feet moved with it, and the two of them went up to greet them, one behind the other.
"Uncle, Auntie, welcome! When did you get here?"
Wang Xiaoliang's voice was bright, as though relatives had come to visit his own home. He even turned to scold Cheng Huan.
"Huanhuan, honestly! You should've told me earlier so I could pick Uncle and Auntie up."
Cheng Huan's lips moved, and she forced a smile.
"But I didn't know either."
She raised her hand, pointing at Wang Xiaoliang as she introduced him to her parents.
"This is Wang Xiaoliang, my senior and my best friend."
She paused.
"This is Luo Bisheng, my... boyfriend."
Her voice dropped on that last word, "boyfriend," nearly drowned out by the lobby's background music.
Luo Bisheng's Adam's apple bobbed.
"Hello, Uncle. Hello, Auntie."
Cheng Huan's mother smiled and nodded. "Hello." Her eyes traveled over Luo Bisheng, silently looking him over from head