Facing Lu Mian's curious and puzzled gaze, the elegant man leisurely adjusted his glasses.
Emphasizing with particular precision: "It's our company."
"Pfft..." The girl was successfully amused by the man, her eyes curved in delight, gently nodding, "Okay."
Like a reward, Lu Mian casually ruffled the man's hair, then opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.
Xiao Qimo: ...
It's said—
When a man touches a woman's head, it's a caress.
When a woman touches a man's head, it's...
He tidied his hair slightly, choosing not to dwell on trivial matters, and walked to the passenger seat, ready to get in the car.
Unexpectedly, someone was faster than him.
That chubby Little Sansan got there first, very obliviously sticking his butt out, struggling to climb into the passenger seat.
Under the man's glasses, a dark glint flickered in his eyes.
A robot dares to compete with him for a seat?
