Luo Shaofeng knew how to take a hint. He made a few more awkward remarks before temporarily abandoning his attempts to suck up to them.
He was afraid the loss would outweigh the gain and he'd end up offending them instead…
'It's better to take things slow.'
Under the dinner table, Xu Su's hand was held in a firm grip. She could clearly feel the anger radiating from the person beside her.
It made sense. In Zhou Mochen's eyes, after Xu Su had been so badly hurt last year, letting Luo Shaofeng off easy was already an act of extreme generosity. He never expected to be pestered by this flea a year later. How could he not be annoyed? And yet, he had to tolerate it…
The only person who could make Zhou Mochen this restrained was Xu Su. No matter how furious he was, he had to hold it in.
