Just the thought of that cold, heartless man, genuflecting under the hem of her dress, got her blood racing with excitement.
Right, there was also that Jiang Nanfei.
At this thought, Lu Dongxin stamped her feet furiously.
How infuriating! Wasn't he supposed to be ugly and unsophisticated? Why did he have the face of a charming fox spirit?
One day, she would scar that damn face.
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As soon as Tang Qian entered the living room, she sensed something wrong and turned to see her elder son was also home.
"Wei Qin, when did you get home?"
"This morning." Wei Qin responded calmly as he always did, his voice soothing and pleasant like the sound of a babbling brook.
"Right after you left with Wei An in the morning, I came back."
Tang Qian frowned and hung her head, unable to meet her elder son's gaze.