One Word

Lu Xiaoqiao…

Although only one word was missing, this one word was equivalent to a hundred years.

Lu Zhou never thought that he would meet his descendants in this manner.

After inviting Lu Xiaoqiao into the house, Lu Zhou asked Xiao Ai to help move the dishes into the kitchen, then pour a glass of water for himself and the guest from afar.

After inviting her to sit down on the sofa, Lu Zhou looked at her carefully.

Very similar.

No, almost too similar.

Especially her side profile and her high forehead, she looks exactly like a copy of Xiao Tong.

Xiao Qiao didn't notice that her ancestor who was sitting across from her was observing her. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Lu Zhou and spoke.

"It seems that you have begun to integrate into this era."

Lu Zhou answered casually, "Why do you say that?"