Finally, Lu Ke'en heaved a sigh of relief and thought that his wife's thinking was not bad and did not think in any other direction. She only thought that her daughter was afraid of Lu Ke'en's face.
Actually, it was about there. Lu Ke'en indeed had areas that were hard to deal with, especially when he pulled a cold face. He was like this his entire life, and there was no other way. The muscles on his face were all stiff, and it was not easy to make him smile.
"Smile for me." Jian Qingying directly used her hands and pulled at Lu Ke'en's face. "If you don't smile, anyone will be afraid of you—let alone my daughter. That child is more sensitive so she's probably afraid of you."
"Come on, smile with me." Jian Qingying took a deep breath in and spread her own lips, exposing eight straight hard teeth.
It was hard on Lu Ke'en to have his face pulled in all directions. His face was pretty long. What else could he do?
