When she was a child, she lost her sister. Her mother cried all the time, and she herself couldn't get over it and felt depressed.

When she was a teenager, someone sneaked into the bathhouse and peeped at her while she was taking a bath, and the root of this problem was laid... You are older than her and you are not good-looking, but I don’t mind, but you must be nice to Man Yue.

Otherwise, I won't forgive you." Lu Dashan stared at Wei Dingbang blankly.

Wei Dingbang was just about to walk out with two buckets in his hands when he heard this and paused, "Peeping? Who did it?"

Lu Dashan knew that he had said something wrong and was afraid that Wei Dingbang would mind if Lu Manyue's body was seen by others and would dislike her, so his face turned pale.

"It was winter then, and the bathhouse was steaming hot. He didn't see anything, he didn't see anything. He just scared Man Yue."

"Dad, don't be afraid. This is not Man Yue's fault. I just want to know who did such a wicked thing." Wei Dingbang said.

"It was said that it was a boy of seven or eight years old..." Lu Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully distinguished the expression on Wei Dingbang's face, and asked nervously: "Really, it was just a naughty child who sneaked into the bathhouse to play, but Man Yue was timid so he was very scared. Dingbang, you really don't mind Man Yue encountering such a thing, right?"

"Dad, I really don't mind, don't worry. Whose baby is this? What's her name?" Wei Dingbang asked.

Lu Dashan looked at Wei Dingbang in confusion, "Why do you ask so many details if I don't mind?"

"Nothing, just asking. Dad, which family is it from?" Wei Dingbang gently touched the tips of his thumb and index finger together and rubbed them slowly, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes.