Jian Yanyan quietly gave him a glare.
Su Junhao, however, placed the cup on the coffee table with a 'pop', "So, Miss An, you should hurry up and go back."
Angel's face turned slightly pale, she bit her lower lip and said, "I just moved here, honestly I'm still a bit scared, and it's only nine-thirty, you wouldn't go to bed so early, right? How about I watch TV with you for a bit."
"Okay." Jian Yanyan quickly chimed in, afraid that Su Junhao might say something hurtful again.
Angel smiled at Su Junhao, "Then I'll make myself at home. Here, try the sour pancakes I made, they're really good."
Jian Yanyan loved spicy food but didn't like sour food. She subconsciously swallowed, feeling like just saying the word 'sour' would make her salivate.
She gently shook her head, but Angel reached out and handed a piece of the sour pancake to Su Junhao, "Mr. Su, have a taste."
Su Junhao stared at her coldly, not taking the pancake from her hand.
