The Remarried Concubine of the Prosperous Age

A small heater on the carved wooden table brought a little warmth in the cold winter, but it could not warm Ling Xiaoxiao's already numb heart. The green smoke coming out of the furnace was accompanied by the slightest fragrance, but it also made Ling Xiaoxiao lean on the couch lazily and comfortably, with an indifferent expression. The man in front of her looked a little uneasy, looking at Ling Xiaoxiao in front of her with some confusion. The atmosphere was a bit weird and awkward. Luo Haitian coughed lightly and raised his voice: "Xiaoxiao, I have something to tell you." He motioned the girls serving on both sides to step back, but Ling Xiaoxiao...