The soy milk she drank was gone, otherwise, he'd probably drink the leftover.
Su Jia couldn't resist speaking softly after a while, calling his name, "Lu Yanhe..."
"Hmm?"
"Little Hehe..."
"If there's nothing, shut up!" Lu Yanhe put down his chopsticks and gave her a playful slap on the head.
But it was very gentle, just like a tickle.
"Ouch..." Su Jia cooperated with a cry of pain, looking at him with teary eyes.
Lu Yanhe helplessly curled his lips and rubbed her forehead, "Alright, stop pretending."
He knew exactly how much force he used.
Someone he cherished wouldn't really make a heavy blow on.
But Su Jia growled like a startled bird, "Don't touch my head!"
Unexpectedly, she pulled at her wound and furrowed her brow slightly, "I'm the deputy general manager of MSA, what if you slap me stupid?"
Lu Yanhe merely chuckled softly, without answering, delighted by her fiery demeanor.
