Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhou Qi turned his head to talk to Long Xiliang, his mouth forming an "O" shape.
Yet the child seemed entirely unperturbed, seated on Long Xiliang's lap, with both hands pressing on the man's knees, swinging his little legs like lotus roots.
The man who always sat upright on the sofa like an emperor suddenly appeared amusingly absurd now that he possessed the "accessory" of a child, but it was also particularly harmonious.
Zhou Qi swallowed, "Master, do you really want to raise this child?"
Because Long Xiliang could hear his inner thoughts, Zhou Qi dared not complain too much in his mind.
Yet, Long Xiliang's action was truly bewildering.
It couldn't help but make Zhou Qi's imagination run wild.
What was happening to his master?
In the past two years, his master had become like an unyielding robot, increasingly silent and withdrawn, making it hard for anyone to approach.
Besides work, Long Xiliang stayed only at the castle.
