The Cold Ling Ping'an

Lu Fei'er mustered up her courage to speak to the man.

The words that were about to come out of her mouth were forcefully swallowed back down.

It then turned into a childish pickup line that even surprised her.

It was like a clumsy child trying to imitate an adult's tone, learning to speak in a baby voice.

"Young Master..."

"Have we met somewhere before?"

After she said this, Lu Fei'er's small face couldn't help but burn up like a red apple.

However, Young Master Ling, who was sitting in the corner, only raised his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

There wasn't the slightest bit of surprise, nor was there the slightest bit of surprise.

It was as if he was looking at the kittens and puppies at home.

It was also as if a child was looking at a fish swimming in the river.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry... Miss, I don't think we've met before!"