She was nourished by the sweetness of love, her face and eyes glowing with light.
There was a hint of unabashed smugness in her joke.
A full sense of security, a full sense of happiness.
But Yan Huaizheng felt a sourness in his heart upon hearing her words, and chided,
"What nonsense are you talking about, who would dare say you're worthless, besides, you're not just his treasured love."
At this point, Yan Huaizheng caught himself and hesitated.
Right now, his feelings were conflicted, facing her, he felt both guilty and overjoyed.
If it were not for his age, preventing him from acting impulsively, he really felt like holding her like a woman would.
Seeing his "struggling" expression, Lu Fengxuan misunderstood and quickly said,
"I was just joking, Uncle Xiaoshan, don't be so serious."
She pointed towards a chair not far away:
