Over the years, although Lian Manman had been with Shen Liu day and night, Shen Liu's every gesture sometimes made her heart race and blush unexpectedly. Shen Liu, on the other hand, was quite pleased with this and found comfort in it.
"Sixth Master is back! Please forgive me for being late to receive you..." Lian Manman smiled as she approached and gently helped Shen Liu take off his coat, handing it to a maid nearby.
"You've become more and more negligent toward me," Shen Liu said with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Sixth Master, don't you feel guilty saying that?" Lian Manman couldn't help but give Shen Liu a sidelong glance and whispered with a chuckle, "I think it's you who is becoming more like our Fatty... Our Fatty is getting more sensible by the day, needless to say Qilin."
"Alright, Manman," Shen Liu stood there, looking at Lian Manman as if he were about to do something, "comparing me to our son, you..."
