She's not that delicate either.
Feng Huaijin glanced sideways, casually opened the bottle caps of the beer and orange juice delivered, and said in a magnetic, low voice, "I'm willing."
Xu Haohao and Lu Xiaomian were suddenly speechless.
Alright, as long as Seventh Master Feng is willing.
Feng Huaijin looked at the drowsy Lu Xiaomian and suddenly asked, "Didn't you go to see Lu Jinghuai?"
A few days ago, after meeting Lu Jinghuai, he said he was waiting for people to see him.
Lu Xiaomian was somewhat puzzled, "Young Master Lu? Isn't he in Yanjing?"
Since their last farewell at the airport, she hadn't seen him again.
As time went by, Lu Xiaomian almost forgot what he looked like.
Hua Country is too big, that kind of Yanjing aristocrat is probably just a fleeting acquaintance. Lu Xiaomian could forget him in an instant.
Hearing this, Feng Huaijin's lips curled slightly, but he didn't reply.
