Hearing Lu Tianxing's words, Mandala was visibly startled, cautiously glanced at Bai Zhiqing, and said with some surprise: "Brother, if I stay here, I won't disturb you and Sister Zhiqing, right!"
Looking at Mandala's strange expression, how could Lu Tianxing not know what Mandala was thinking? He flicked her forehead in annoyance and said: "Manman, what are you thinking about all day in that little head of yours? How can you be so dirty-minded? It seems I need to marry you off soon, so you won't indulge in idle thoughts all day."
"Hmph, I won't get married! If you dare to marry me off, I'll bite you to death."
Mandala covered her head, baring her teeth at Lu Tianxing, then as if remembering something, her voice turned a bit low: "Brother, did Old Sir Lu really die?"
Seeing Mandala's appearance, Lu Tianxing chuckled and said: "What do you think!"
