Nie Xiaoxing paused while stretching and raised her still sleepy eyes, looking curiously towards the door.
Living room.
Lu Zhiquan pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned back on the sofa, squinting slightly at the man sitting on the opposite sofa.
The man appeared to be in his forties, but in reality, he was over sixty.
The man had a gentle and kind face, wearing a simple knitted sweater and casual pants, with a buzz cut, and he smiled brightly at Lu Zhiquan, "Look at you, you always have a bundle of excuses. If there was a woman by your side taking care of you, washing clothes and cooking, would you have a headache now?"
"Uncle, can't you change your habit of nagging? Every time you see me, besides urging me to find a wife, is there nothing else to say?" Lu Zhiquan smirked, spreading his palm to rub his face.
Lu Cheng'en smiled, "Who causes you to appear before me always looking so unkempt? Look at how poorly you have been managing your own life?"
