But no matter how she looks, Lu Shiran can't make sense of it.
Li Changqing looks on from afar, pondering in his heart: "Could this girl have taken a liking to my son? She is quite beautiful, but seems emotionally detached, too lacking in human warmth. When I grow old and can't walk, will she despise me for eating at home and drive me out?"
"No, no, Lu Lu is the best little girl. If Lu Shiran wants to marry in, she can at most be a concubine; she can't be the main wife."
"Well... but if she gives birth to a little girl in the future, it would be good if she's as pretty as her mother, but her personality shouldn't be like hers—it's best if she's more lively. Ah, having twins would be best; what names should they be given..."
Li Changqing's thoughts are already scattered, considering things far in the future.
At this moment, everyone's gaze in the entire world is fixed on Li Hengsheng and Lu Shiran.
The other disciples also take note of Li Hengsheng.
