Song Tao couldn't laugh a little. He looked up and down at Xiaoxiao and thought that this man was totally different from what he had imagined.

Is Lu Xiaoxiao the one in front of us who is dusty, smiling and cunning? Shouldn't she be Nana's flowers growing in a greenhouse? Shouldn't it be a gentle, affectionate, kind and gentle woman?

But her present appearance and manner is clearly not a tender and affectionate one. Song Tao lived for most of his life and read numerous people, so he believed his vision and judgment very much.

The present Lu Xiaoxiao is by no means a delicate woman in her imagination. On...