Jiang Huailu sniffed lightly, as if he could smell blood.
However, she clearly did not have any sense of taste or smell. However, she did not think too much about it. She wiped herself clean and pulled Lu Huaijiang out of the door.
"Where is the food street you mentioned?"
"Is it really that fragrant and delicious?"
"I want to eat it too."
Lulu mumbled as he walked. His brows were relaxed and indifferent, without a trace of worry or unwillingness.
When she went out, a servant girl holding a teacup passed by.
Just a glance.
Crack!
The teacup in her hand fell to the ground. She stared blankly at Jiang Huailu's figure and knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Am I seeing things? She…You're back?"
"Is the sky in the capital going to change?"
Jiang Huailu was standing outside the Jiang family's residence, his brows filled with joy."I think I've been here before. It looks so familiar." The little girl bounced as she walked.
