He dealt with it in one go, but fortunately Alex Lu didn't ask any more details.
Whether it was the invisible coercion in the other man's aura or the suffocating, deep and depressing complex look in his eyes, every time he faced this man, Roven Lu felt uncomfortable and shivered from body to heart.
The little civet that he picked up looked less than two months old, so Alex Lu suggested sending it to a pet hospital for a checkup before considering raising it.
Roven Lu hugged the little Lihua and got into Alex Lu's car. He vaguely remembered the old Daju. If he was still around, he would have been eighteen years old this year.
Alex Lu was in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel. His snow-white shirt was rolled up on his arms, revealing his strong wheat-colored forearms with slightly bulging veins and tight muscles. While driving seriously, he occasionally glanced sideways at the man in the rearview mirror of the car who was caressing the kitten's head with great joy. .
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