After lunch, Leng Lingxiao appeared in Tang Xiaowan's bedroom, still wearing a floral shirt with a black suit, his smile both warm and devilishly charming.
Suddenly, she thought he looked so handsome, so dashing, no longer the cheeky, devil-may-care image he usually had.
Tang Xiaowan suspected there was something wrong with her brain, perhaps it had rusted over, or maybe she didn't rest well last night, reacting slowly; otherwise, why would she be foolishly staring at Leng Lingxiao's face?
Sharp brows and starry eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in a smile!
Oh my, what's going on, how can I use these words to describe Huahua?
Stop, stop, take it back immediately!
"You, are you finished with your work?"
The conversation started amidst her fluster.
The implication in Tang Xiaowan's words was, have you already seen my grandmother, and have all the supplies been delivered?
"Yep, I just came by to check on you."
Leng Lingxiao's reply was unsurprisingly bland.
