2088. The Love of the Younger Generation is Very Sweet (1)

Who am I?

Where am I?

Where did I come from and where am I going?

Lu Xinyou blinked hard, staring at the handsome and extraordinary man with an air of nobility in front of her, completely baffled.

Why would her husband be sitting with her father and older brother having tea?

The tea house was silent, with only the faint aroma of tea lingering in the air, a white mist floating around.

After gazing at the man in front of her for a while, Lu Xinyou took a deep breath and blurted out, "Husband!"

The three men sitting in the Lu family tea house: "..."

Tang Jingxing's hand holding the teacup trembled imperceptibly, the freshly brewed tea still carrying scorching heat, splashing a few drops onto his good-looking hand.

With a clatter, the sound of the cup falling to the ground ceased abruptly.

Lu Moqing, with the speed of a 100 meter sprint from his youth, rushed forward and covered his daughter's mouth, looking at Tang Jingxing with a somewhat complicated and awkward expression.