"Lingxiao, I have something to ask you."
Lu Lingxiao opened the door wider, letting his mother in.
After Dai Ning entered her son's room, she closed the door behind her.
Lu Lingxiao knew that whatever she had to say wouldn't be finished in a short time.
Lu Lingxiao turned to grab a towel to dry his hair, with his back towards his mother, he asked, "What is it?"
The coldness in Lu Lingxiao's attitude made Dai Ning, his mother, feel deeply frustrated.
Dai Ning said discontentedly, "What now? Can't a mother have a few words with her son without having to watch his face?"
Only then did Lu Lingxiao turn around, tossing the towel aside, and sat down on the armchair, looking at his mother.
Dai Ning walked over and sat down on a chair diagonally opposite Lu Lingxiao.
The décor of Lu Lingxiao's room was in stark contrast to the style of the entire villa.
Lu Zhenyu liked the simple and traditional Chinese style, low-key yet actually grand and luxurious.
