Song Nuan took it and indeed felt the warmth in her hand. After thinking for a moment, she said, "How much is it? Add me on WeChat and I'll transfer it to you."
She didn't know why, but she was just very persistent about adding him on WeChat.
Perhaps it's because of his profession, which gives a sense of stability.
Lu Yan tilted his head and glanced at Song Nuan, "No need, it's a gift for you. Get off the car."
His eyes were long and narrow, with a faint smile, slightly steady. The curve of his side profile was sharp and hard, having a sense of righteousness mixed with a hint of allure.
Song Nuan's eyelashes fluttered lightly; he's so handsome.
She licked her lips and gathered her thoughts, saying, "I'm thanking you, so let me treat you to a meal."
Lu Yan was holding the steering wheel. He squinted slightly, seemingly pondering something.
For a moment.
"Just a small favor," he spoke.
Song Nuan: "But..."
