Why does the screenwriter have to follow the group?
If that kid's handwriting isn't involved, he's a big shot for nothing.
Lu Moqing felt more and more displeased as he thought about it, always feeling like his carefully cultivated little cabbage was taken by the little fat pig.
When Lu Xinyou heard her daughter accusing her daddy, she paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to deny it:
"I didn't!"
"Heh."
Another cold sneer, Lu Moqing's deep gaze looked at his daughter.
Since Lu Moqing stepped down from the Lu family and handed over his position to his son, he rarely showed this kind of gaze that could probe into people's hearts, especially in front of his precious daughter.
As a result, the always well-behaved Lu Xinyou, who was usually like a little white rabbit, almost couldn't resist her dad's gaze.
"Tell your daddy, did you take a fancy to that Tang family's boy?"
"Of course, I'm his wife fan."
Lu Xinyou blurted out from the bottom of her heart.