Ning Xi said sullenly, "Lu Tingxiao, are we really going to talk in this kind of position? Why don’t you put some clothes on first?"
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the issue!
"Fine." Lu Tingxiao finally said behind her.
It was as if Ning Xi had been given a pardon, and she hurriedly fled the room.
Sigh, Lu Tingxiao was certainly a natural public speaker. In a few words, he had managed to pull at her heartstrings, especially when it was related to Little Treasure.
It was just that if she continued to stay here, and for three more months at that, she was afraid that it really would be a little inappropriate…
As she was debating the issue, she suddenly felt something soft on her leg. Looking down, she saw it was Little Treasure, who had come running without her noticing. As usual, he hugged her leg, and in one hand he held a painting.
Ning Xi bent to hug the little guy. "Darling, you’ve finished drawing?"