Li Fengnian stood behind her, laughing as he asked, "Little Bell, do you want to register abroad or domestically?"
He Lingling didn't respond, pretending she hadn't heard.
"...Feeling shy?" Li Fengnian's gentle voice carried a hint of teasing.
He Lingling still ignored him.
Li Fengnian sighed, placed his hand on her shoulder, and solemnly said, "Let's go see your mom."
He Lingling blinked, "See my mom? She's only about twelve or thirteen years older than you."
"That's good, it's not just two or three years older, otherwise I'd be really afraid to go." He said, covering his forehead, while He Lingling couldn't help but laugh, "You really are..."
Li Fengnian stretched out his hand, pulling her into his embrace, and asked, "Hungry? What do you want to eat? Italian Braised Noodles, barley and red bean porridge, or maybe some homemade dishes..."
She hadn't felt hungry initially, but hearing him talk about food, her stomach inconveniently started rumbling.
