"Do you really want me to go back?" Su Junhao asked coolly.
"No, I just think you have a home too. Why do you always stay at my place? Look, your home has everything, everything better than mine, more advanced. Why do you have to leave the rich district to come down to our slum?"
Jian Yanyan said while sipping her soup.
Su Junhao suddenly leaned closer to her and asked, "You think my home is better than here?"
"Of course, even a fool can see that," Jian Yanyan said indifferently.
"You're not a fool, are you?" Su Junhao asked.
"No."
"Since you're not a fool, you'd want to live in a better place, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then I won't stay here anymore, why don't you move over to my place?" Su Junhao said with a smile.
Jian Yanyan held a mouthful of soup in her mouth for a long time without swallowing, her big bright eyes wide open, staring at Su Junhao for a while.
