Jun Xi Qing looked at the plate in the maid’s hand, his eyes filled with confusion. “What is this?”
She reached out her small white hand to take the plate.
“You’re not allowed to take it!”
At this moment, a stern scolding sounded in her ears. Lu yeming reached out his large palm and grabbed her small hand, holding it in his own palm.
Jun Xiqing frowned. “What are you doing? Let Go of Me!”
She pulled her little hand back forcefully.
Lu Yeming’s handsome face was so gloomy that water could drip out. He did not doubt that once Jun Xiqing flipped the sign, Little Chengye would definitely wash the fallen boy toy clean and stuff it into Jun Xiqing’s blanket.
“Jun Xiqing, is this how you educate your son?”He asked in a low voice.
“What?”
Lu yeming curled his thin and cold lips. “Put on an act for me? You really don’t know what this brand is for?”
Jun Xi Qing looked at the brand blankly. She really didn’t know what it was for.
