Listening to her words, Huo Liuli lowered her gaze and curtain, feeling rather speechless.
How could Huo Lingjun, at her age, shamelessly say such things?
Isn't she embarrassed?
Can thick skin really do whatever it wants?
"Grandma, don't say anymore, Xiao Zhan isn't."
Huo Lingjun became puzzled, "How do you know he isn't?"
"He really isn't."
Huo Liuli rarely showed a trace of shyness.
"How do you know that?" Huo Lingjun, seeing Huo Liuli's demeanor for the first time, was filled with curiosity and pressed on.
With Huo Liuli being gazed at with such gossipy interest, her pretty face turned even redder, her head lowered, not daring to look at Huo Lingjun's face.
"I just know."
She couldn't help but recall the first time she brought Xiao Zhan back to the tribe, when she was applying medicine and changing his clothes, and that accidental glance - it was truly an astonishing glimpse.
