A dead silence hung across the banquet hall.
However, the phrase "my dear" was deafening enough to Lu Tingxiao.
"This is…Madam Lu?" someone finally asked after a while.
Lu Tingxiao stood up and walked towards the girl, his cold eyes staring right at the girl’s injured legs. "Why aren’t you wearing any shoes?"
Ning Xi avoided his sharp gaze. "I did...but it broke…"
Lu Tingxiao held her in his arms quietly.
Ning Xi put her hands around his neck naturally, then she glanced at the people in the banquet hall and asked softly, "Did I do something wrong? My dear, why aren’t you saying anything?"
She was scared! She had just woken up from her sleep and had not done this on purpose!
Ning Xi’s adaptation to the situation was so quick that she was already comfortable addressing Lu Tingxiao as "my dear". She did know how much of an impact her casual words brought to Lu Tingxiao.
