Could it be that she would accept the proposal of devotion? Hidden under her tight chest wrap was a figure so stunning that even the heavens might be envious, Father may consider it, Lin Tian thought very sleazily.
"Cough cough..." Ning Weiguo, seeing his sleazy smile, purposefully coughed twice to interrupt Lin Tian's fantasies.
"Ah, Uncle Ning, good morning, did you sleep well last night?" Lin Tian knowingly asked, with a mischievous smile.
"Thanks to Brother Lin's blessings, I slept extremely well," Ning Weiguo said with a glowing face, without any modesty.
Lin Tian nodded and said with a smile, "Hmm, Uncle Ning's long-cherished wish was fulfilled in one fell swoop; I guess even in your dreams you were wielding weapons and charging on horseback, fighting hundreds of rounds without feeling tired, huh?"
As a man in his fifties, Ning Weiguo, upon hearing such a bawdy joke from Lin Tian, couldn't help but blush, and Fang Ming's cheeks turned red too.