Feng Lingxi soothed and, glancing at Lu Nian, she nodded. Lu Nian hastily agreed, "That's right, I anyway…",Feng Lingxi's gaze unconsciously drifted down, Lu Nian's face stiffened. Looking at Feng Lingxi's eyes fixed on him, he hurriedly asked, "What kind of look is that I...","I'm perfectly fine, I just don't want that little blade of grass. It's like anyone and everyone is trying to shove it on me..."。