Leng Lin turned his face, looked at her clearly nervous yet stubborn face, and slowly uttered two words.
"Longjing."
Luo Xiaoqian was stunned for two seconds before she realized, "Okay, just wait!"
He didn't want it when she asked before, but now he suddenly wants to drink it; truly the father of Emperor Leng, he's indeed not quite human.
Muttering to herself in her heart, Luo Xiaoqian turned and walked into the kitchen to prepare the tea and pour water.
Leng Lin glanced at the photo of Luo Chuchen, then turned and sat down on the sofa.
"Your tea!"
Luo Xiaoqian, holding the brewed tea, came over and placed it in front of him.
"Sit."
Leng Lin nodded towards the sofa opposite him.
Luo Xiaoqian went over and sat down properly.
"Are you preparing to get married?"
"Yes!"
Luo Xiaoqian let out a word, knowing he must have seen the news; she didn't try to hide it.
"Do you think, you have the ability to be a good wife to the Leng Family?" Leng Lin asked again.