When Will His Love Expire?

Immediately, her expression changed.

Feng Xiaowei's eyes opened wide, and her cheeks blushed crimson red.

Fu Wanyi turned to Lu Zhanbei. "You brought Ms. Lin to her?"

In the entire Xia country, that woman was the only one who could make such classic milk dessert.

"Yes."

Fu Wanyi put down her chopsticks. "It seems like she likes Ms. Lin."

Lin Wanwan nodded her head. "Yep, she likes me as much as you do."

"…"

Fu Wanyi controlled the uneasiness in her heart and glanced at Feng Xiaowei. The hatred on her face bored Fu Wanyi more.

"It's getting late. You guys should head back."

"We'll visit you again."

Without any hesitation, Lu Zhanbei grabbed Lin Wanwan's hand and left.

At the entrance, the servant handed Lin Wanwan's shoes over.

Lin Wanwan raised her brows and glanced at Lu Zhanbei. His threatening way of life worked pretty well.