"Xi Yue."
Lu Changsheng stepped forward, calling out to Xiao Xiyue.
When they had parted last, Xiao Xiyue had suggested they address each other as fellow daoists, creating a sense of estrangement.
Therefore, it was only natural that their form of address had changed.
"Changsheng."
Upon seeing Lu Changsheng, Xiao Xiyue, with her cold, proud features, immediately revealed a gentle look in her calm and indifferent beautiful eyes, and the corners of her mouth also curled up.
"Is this also your daughter?"
Xiao Xiyue, seeing the baby bottle in the arms of Lu Changsheng who was holding Lu Qingzhu, asked.
She knew that Lu Changsheng had many wives and children.
But she hadn't expected that Lu Changsheng would come to the marketplace while also holding a child.
It left her really not knowing what to say.
She could only say that Lu Changsheng truly liked children.
"Yes, this is my daughter Lu Qingzhu."
"Little Zhu'er, this is your Auntie Xi Yue."
