"Luchen, tell me the truth, have you ever been attracted to that little girl?" Mo Nuan raised her slender fingers and poked Luchen's arm.

Han Beilei, such a young girl, was at the age of a budding flower, looking tender and refreshing. If she were a man, she would definitely draw some glances.

Men were visual creatures, after all. But she hadn't seen that kind of look in Luchen's eyes, and that made her quite happy.

Luchen's gaze was deep, his smile elusive. "Madam Lu is getting jealous. I think both of us should go buy some vinegar together. A perfect match, unbeatable."

"Answer the question seriously, stop kidding around."...