Long Xiliang sneered, lowering his head to ask Lu Xiaoyou, "Do you like him?"
Lu Xiaoyou smiled sweetly, "Who doesn't like such a cutie~"
Long Xiliang: "..."
His fingertips loosened from Lu Xiaoyou's arm, "What about me?" An inexplicable panic engulfed him in an instant.
He had cursed himself countless times in his heart.
Why should he care about who this woman likes? Yet now, an unexplainable fear arose in his heart, as if Lu Xiaoyou saying she didn't like him anymore would be a death sentence for him!
He had come to care about her.
The back of the man's neck tightened as Lu Xiaoyou's slender fingers tugged on his tie, and she murmured with warm breath:
"Little Liangliang, are you still my little cutie?"
The hand that had originally loosened from Lu Xiaoyou's arm now tightened around her again.
Long Xiliang's gaze was fixed on her face, but he spoke to the old lady of the Long Family:
"Grandma, Lu Xiaoyou is my woman; she's not the second's wife!"
