Lu Huaiyu's gaze froze instantly.
The voice of the little girl in front of him had been very soft, but he could hear it clearly.
She had said, "You've finally shaved your beard. It hurt a little when you pricked me earlier.".
Lu Huaiyu's deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze fixed on her face as he kept on recalling her words.
They had known each other for a long time, but he had never done such a thing before.
The second master of the Lu family had been born into a good family. He seemed to be languorous and indolent, but deep down inside, he was arrogant and difficult to discipline.
He was very particular about his clothes, food, accommodation, and clothing.
When he appeared in front of everyone, he would always be clean and tidy. In addition, he had a beautiful face, which made him seem even more like a beautiful unattainable flower on a high mountain. He always carried himself with a noble air.
