The man supported his chin with one hand, looking out the window. He was thinking about Long Jingfeng, but he spared some attention to respond to Lu Xiaoyou:
"I don't like it."
His tone was resolute.
"Why don't you like it?"
"It's because it pretends to be weak, clings to you, and won't let you go!"
The man's voice carried a tone of disdain and dissatisfaction.
Lu Xiaoyou gave a light snort. In the end, it was still the man's possessiveness at work.
"What if I have a child?"
She suddenly threw out this question, and Long Xiliang paused for three seconds...
After three seconds, his neck turned mechanically forty-five degrees to look at Lu Xiaoyou.
Then his gaze, like a scanner, slowly moved to Lu Xiaoyou's flat stomach.
Three seconds later, and then another three seconds.
Just when Lu Xiaoyou thought Long Xiliang wouldn't respond to her outrageous and clearly teasing question,
the man said, "If it's a daughter, like you, I'll spoil her."
Lu Xiaoyou: "..."
