Lu Nanchen responded casually, as if this was a trivial matter.
But back then, this matter had caused quite a stir.
Recalling a bit, Lu Nanchen thought of the sentence Song Yue had said a few days ago.
'Aren't you afraid that those people will come looking for you? They're doing quite well now.'
Was he afraid before?
No.
And now?
Yes.
Lu Nanchen thought as he held her tighter, his chin buried in Yu Ting's hair.
"You fought when you were in school?" Yu Ting was taken aback by his words, unable to imagine what kind of grievous sin could cause Lu Nanchen to fight.
"Yes."
"But it was boring not fighting, so I fought just once."
Lu Nanchen's eyes drooped as his hands protectively tightened around Yu Ting.
"I'll tell you later."
"Let's go to sleep first, Mrs. Lu."
...
The following day.
Just a few days before Chinese New Year's Eve, everyone in the Lu Family was busy. Yu Ting and Lu Nanchen got up early to help around the large estate.
Xiaobao was by their side.
