"I once got drunk and promised to give Young Master Xie the lion stone statues from my family's gate, but I never did," Shen Jing added.
Zhou Luchen scoffed, "Idiot."
Her legs clamped tightly around his narrow waist, deliberately so. Shen Jing passed the buck. "It's not me; he's the one who led me astray with drinking."
Listening, Zhou Luchen lifted her slightly higher in his arms, holding her firmly. A hint of drunkenness flickered in his eyes. "Daddy, Mommy, wait to bury Xixi..."
His Cantonese was surprisingly magnetic, with a simple yet sophisticated tone. Shen Jing was instantly amazed. "How do you know that phrase?"
Isn't that something the heiress of a wealthy family would say? She had once... She didn't remember doing anything to Zhou Luchen behind his back.
"Come on, how do you know?"
Zhou Luchen didn't give a straight answer and put her down.
"Is it too far?" he asked, his voice very soft.
