Gu Xiaoer looked at the solemn middle-aged man standing in the center of the living room, and thinking about the shameful things she and Han Luoli had just been doing on the stairs, her whole face turned red with embarrassment.
Just now, Da Luoluo's father must have clearly seen their actions from downstairs, especially the man's hand reaching under her skirt...
So embarrassing, so utterly mortifying.
Did she just leave a bad impression on Da Luoluo's father?
Would he be even angrier because of this, worsening the conflict between father and son?
Actually, the girl was overthinking it.
It was just the kindness in the girl's soft heart; she wholeheartedly hoped for peace between father and son, after all, blood is thicker than water, right? She was even more willing to be the icebreaker between the two, resolving the hostility between them.
"Da Luoluo..." The girl tugged at the man's hand, her big eyes hopeful for an introduction.
