Lu Xiu was very happy that Lu Qi could enjoy a part of a normal person's life instead of being trapped in a power struggle every day.
"What are you thinking about? Why did you suddenly stop talking?"
The Lu Qi in front of him suddenly overlapped with the Lu Qi who had saved him eight years ago. Lu Xiu threw those terrible memories to the back of his mind and only then did he realize that his eyes were actually burning.
If Lu Qi found out, how embarrassing would that be.
He deliberately rubbed his face with big movements, pretending that he was very sleepy.
"Nothing, I was just thinking about what Tiger Head said at dinner tonight. Go to sleep, don't burn yourself out."
He stood up from the chair and accidentally dropped Lu Qi's black windbreaker on the ground.
He bent down to pick it up and found that there was some soil on the carpet.
"Huh? Why is there mud on your clothes? Did you work for Cheng Ling again?"
