Jiang huailu leaned in his arms.
She pulled a long face.
She wanted to struggle, but when she heard about the Dragon Dance, the mud-making, and the reopening of the food Street ...
His eyes immediately lit up.
Lu huaijiang squeezed her smooth and soft little hand, and the hostility all over her body seemed to have been soothed.
There was a rare gentleness in his eyes.
The Crown Prince in real life was much colder and gloomier than when he was a soul.
His brows furrowed, and the cold air around him was terrifying.
However, Lulu sat beside him, and it was as if she had retracted all her fierceness for fear of disturbing the little one.
"You said you would come back to the capital to find me, why didn't you come? I've already given you the token, you'd rather exchange it for a steamed bun than come and find me?" Lu huaijiang's tone was clearly questioning, but when he saw her wrinkly little face, he inexplicably had some grievances.
