Zhao Qian hurriedly searched his mind for something that would fascinate the Second Miss Lu, but the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted. A man's slender arm was stretched out.
"Weiwei, come up here."
Lu Liangwei wanted to pretend that she did not notice that hand, but its presence was so strong that it was hard for her to ignore.
While she was hesitating, she heard the man's low and pleased voice. "Want me to carry you?"
Before he even finished the sentence, Lu Liangwei swiftly climbed onto the carriage using all her limbs.
"..." Zhao Qian, Chu Jiu, and Zhu Yu were all speechless.
Lu Liangwei entered the carriage, and she was pulled by the man to sit on his lap.
Embarrassed, she could not help but let out a sigh of relief when the curtain fell back in place.
