Lu Zhanxing sighed helplessly, "Mom, you should read fewer novels. Maybe she was just impressed by my talent."
Su Mian looked skeptical.
Lu Zhanxing asked, "Am I that useless?"
Su Mian chuckled, "In Mom's eyes, you're always the little snot-nosed kid."
Lu Zhanxing: "..."
That's definitely his mom.
Qiao Yun started somewhat puzzled, "Isn't it good if someone gives you resources?"
Lu Zhanxing smiled, "Of course it's good. Although I'm grateful to him, not knowing who he is or what he wants from me does trouble me a bit."
Qiao Yun pursed her lips and said nothing.
It seemed like a gift that made him uncomfortable wasn't actually a good gift.
Seeing Qiao Yun furrow her little brow, Lu Zhanxing's innate nature couldn't help but emerge, and he mysteriously said, "Sister, can I discuss something with you?"
Qiao Yun seriously responded, "It depends on what it is."
Lu Zhanxing's lips curled up, "When we meet, can I pinch your cheek?"
