Lu Shuangshuang nodded, "Of course, I won't blame her, no matter what she says."
It took her a long time to convince herself to accept the fact that Sixth Young Master already had an eighteen-year-old daughter.
But meeting him again, she had never seen him laugh so freely and joyfully as he did just now.
These past days, he had been gentlemanly, poised, with a gentle smile always hanging on his face. However, Lu Shuangshuang felt that this version of Sixth Young Master had a distant feeling, seemingly approachable yet actually hard to get close to.
Just now, his words were gentle, his laughter carefree and open — that was him without the sense of detachment.
So she immediately guessed that he was on the phone with his daughter.
Lu Shuangshuang felt quite unsettled in her heart.
If he didn't love that woman dearly, how could he be so fond of the daughter she bore?
This seemed impossible to her.
