"Narcissistic." Su Jia muttered under her breath, clearly dissatisfied with him changing the subject.
But thinking of that unknown answer, she persisted with impatience, "Then can you just tell me first, please?"
"No."
"Yanhe..." she dragged out the last syllable, calling while shaking his arm in a coquettish manner, "Brother Yanhe... Husband..."
Lu Yanhe: "..."
If before he was thinking of teasing her, now he... truly had no resistance left.
That word "husband" was like a direct hit to his heart, making him instantly lose all resolve.
Lu Yanhe freed a hand and under her eager gaze, showed a number.
"No way?" Su Jia was clearly surprised, "It's only been a few years, and your worth is already so high?"
Lu Yanhe's hand returned to the steering wheel, "Believe it or not, up to you."
She knew he wouldn't lie to her, so she slightly curled her lips and smiled, "Lu Yanhe, you're really a money tree, I must hold onto you well, or I'd regret it if someone else snatched you away."
