A fine specimen—inherently good-natured, though clearly corrupted by someone’s poor guidance…
Lu Wensheng looked into Lu Qingtang’s clear, limpid eyes, finding the description remarkably fitting. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
Having received the answer she wanted, Lu Qingtang set Xingxing down and waved her hand. "Go back to sleep, Shengsheng. Goodnight."
Chapter 165