Long Xiliang's words were also heard by Bai Wanzi, who was sitting on his other side.
The little boy lifted his innocent and adorable face to look at Long Xiliang, his lips slightly pouting, and disbelief showed in his big black and white almond-shaped eyes.
"Since when did she become your girlfriend?" Bai Wanzi asked.
Long Xiliang's gaze was fixed ahead, as if he didn't even see the child, "You don't need to know that clearly."
Today, Bai Wanzi was wearing a British-style vintage suit, his white porcelain-like skin showing a slight pink hue. Wherever he went, he would be surrounded by women overflowing with maternal instinct.
The boy, being ignored by Long Xiliang, snorted, "Of course I need to know!"
Long Xiliang squinted at him.
"Xiaoyou will be my wife in the future!" Bai Wanzi emphasized to him earnestly.
Long Xiliang: "?!"
"She won't be your wife." The man's voice instantly turned cold and somber.
