His eyes were filled with a lot of complex emotions, both those she understood and those she didn't.
Su Jia stayed in his arms, leaned against him, and answered the phone in front of him, "Hello, what's up?"
Lu Yanhe's face turned colder, his teeth seemed clenched together, and he pushed her away from his arms.
She didn't even attempt to steady herself, just let her body lose balance, seemingly about to fall to the ground.
Lu Yanhe apprehensively caught her again.
She held the phone in one hand, and with the other hand, hooked it around his waist, told the person to wait a bit longer and then hung up.
After hanging up, her small hand drew circles on his chest, "Mr. Lu, should we continue or break up like this?"
Lu Yanhe sneered, "Your skills at dealing with men have really improved."
"Then..." Su Jia looked up to meet his inscrutable gaze, her red lips slightly parted, "Why doesn't Mr. Lu give it a try to see how good they are?"
