Song Xiaodong turned his head to look at Lu Yaobing. Lu Yaobing's eyes showed a bit of panic, but she straightened her chest and said, "Master, Master, I'm just a little closer to my mentor, don't overthink it."
Since Lu Yaobing said so, what else could Song Xiaodong say? However, he deliberately put on a serious face and said, "You little girl, you're getting more and more mischievous."
Seeing that Song Xiaodong didn't object and still had that serious face, Lu Yaobing felt relieved instead, giggled, and said, "You're my master, not someone else. With you, I feel relaxed. If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare."
Song Xiaodong still kept a straight face and said, "It's fine here, but at school, you better behave, or else there might be rumors."
"Yes, yes, I know." Lu Yaobing chuckled and hugged Song Xiaodong's arm even tighter.
"You little girl, you're really becoming more audacious."
