This, this, my little treasure...?
The cold and serious eldest young master of the Lu Family had actually become Miss Wen's "little treasure."
Mm-hmm.
The chauffeur witnessed it.
But what he found most unbelievable was that the young master, faced with such a nickname, remained completely unfazed, as if he were already used to it.
He continued to drive, his gaze stealing glances at the rearview mirror.
Lu Xiao's gaze was resting on Wen Xian's eyes and brows, he raised his hand to touch her head, but his words were directed at the chauffeur:
"Uncle Lao Bai, are you alright? It's fine to drive slower if there's traffic."
The chauffeur Uncle Lao Bai immediately withdrew his gaze, but couldn't help coughing and, with a dry laugh, said:
"Ah, no problem, I just never expected that the young master, the young master is quite the closet romantic."
At this, Wen Xian couldn't help but let out a snorting laugh.
Lu Xiao: "...?"
