Lu Yanhe stood beside her, looking down at her, "How many times have I told you not to drink anymore in the future? You never seem to remember, right?"
His voice was somewhat low, yet his attitude wasn't harsh.
Su Jia was used to his bluffing, relying on borrowed authority, and didn't really fear him. She secretly thought to herself, hasn't he also drunk quite a bit?
But thinking was one thing; she wasn't foolish enough to say it out loud.
"Lu Yanhe..." after a moment, she suddenly looked up, gazing at him pitifully, "I'm hungry…"
In fact, dealing with a mercurial man like Lu Yanhe, pretending to be weak and pitiful really worked well.
Sure enough, after seeing her like this, the gloom on his face eased quite a bit.
After some hesitation, he decided to get into the car and drove her to the nearest restaurant.
Su Jia's thin lips turned up slightly, as if happy that her little scheme had worked.
