"What do you need, Master?" Lu Liangwei asked in a high-pitched voice.
Zhao Qian, who was driving the horse carriage from the outside, nearly fell off his seat.
His voice was not that shrill, was it?
Second Miss Lu was exaggerating too much.
Long Yang held the mischievous girl in his arms inside the carriage. He flicked her lightly on the forehead with his fingers. "You naughty thing!"
Lu Liangwei pulled a face at him, which tickled Long Yang's royal heart.
Zhao Qian heard the low laughter coming from inside, thinking there must be something wrong with his ears.
He could not believe that his master would ever laugh so heartily. It seemed like Second Miss Lu was truly someone who brought joy to him.
If his master was happy, as a servant, Zhao Qian would also be happy.
