Lin Luang finished speaking, then nodded in affirmation as if to convince himself.
Wen Qiao grew interested, raising an eyebrow, "Why so sure?"
"It's simple, there are no cameras around now, yet you still ask me what I want to eat."
Wen Qiao smiled, lifting her hand to ruffle Lin Luang's hair, "Pretty smart, huh?"
While Wen Qiao was ruffling Lin Luang's hair, he just let her, compliantly. Once Wen Qiao withdrew her hand, Lin Luang casually tousled his own hair, his ears turned slightly red as he grimaced and murmured softly, "People's hearts are made of flesh, one can always feel whether someone is genuine or fake."
Lin Luang's offhand remark made Wen Qiao pause.
That's right.
How could one not feel it?
