Shen Lin: "..."
His eyelid twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
As soon as Lu Xiao entered, he looked at the dimly lit room, the romantic and atmospheric candlelit dinner, and fell silent.
Following him, Shen Lin suddenly felt something irritating, rubbed his face, and scratched the back of his head, touching his black short hair, seeming a bit embarrassed.
Wen Xian also widened her eyes at the scene, glanced at Shen Lin, then at Lu Xiao, and finally nudged his arm, saying,
"Honey, we might have come at the wrong time."
Lu Xiao glanced at the romantic candlelit dinner and said indifferently,
"The timing is just right, isn't it? The atmosphere is so nice; without us, it would be less perfect."
As he spoke, he looked towards Li Zaijun and said, "Don't you think so?"
Li Zaijun dared not contradict and nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.
