The midsummer wind was warm.
Lulu stood by the pavilion in the backyard of the Xia family and reached out to pick a peach from the peach tree outside the pavilion.
The crispy peaches were fresh and sweet, and the juice burst with a bite.
Lulu held the red peach in her hand and suddenly went into a daze.
I wonder if Jiang Jiang likes it.
Just as he was in a daze, he saw Xia Qingqing walking over with a few servants with an arrogant expression.
"Jiang Huailu, can you send me back to the manor this time?" Xia Qingqing looked proud.
Lulu took a bite of the peach and stood under the peach tree. She was really beautiful.
Xia Qingqing's face darkened.
"Why would I send you back to the manor? I haven't paid attention to you for years." Ignoring Xia Qingqing was the greatest insult to her.
She had hated Jiang Huailu for a few years, but Jiang Huailu didn't even spare her a second glance.
