Lu Mingfei was obviously talking to her about something very serious, yet she still managed to laugh.
Lu Mingfei's eyes darkened, and he reached out to pinch her cheek, "Zhuo Anan, I'm talking to you about something serious."
"Got... got it, let go."
An An pulled his hand away and rubbed her cheek, "It hurts..."
Lu Mingfei looked at her with her little aggrieved expression, and rubbed her head, "I'm serious with you, don't take it lightly. What your dad said makes a lot of sense. In this kind of matter, you can't be willful."
An An nodded, "I understand."
"Hmm, by the way, the person you met on the train, what happened afterward? Was there anything special about her?"
An An pondered for a moment, gently stroking her chin, "She was very pretty, I didn't dare to look at anyone else much. Later, I was scared, wasn't I? So she called Aunt Qiao Lu to meet me at the station. That woman didn't follow her, and when I turned around to look at her, she had already disappeared."
