But Ming Ansheng interpreted her words and bitter tone in a different light. He looked over at her and flashed a wicked smile. "You're jealous?"
Su Yue frowned and coldly smiled. "Why would I be?"
She blushed.
Ming Ansheng replied, "I only bought gifts for Xiaojiao. I didn't buy any for you, so you're jealous."
He sounded certain.
"Tch." Su Yue rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not a child. Who cares about gifts?"
Then she straightened up and walked to the sofa as though it didn't bother her.
"That's true." Ming Ansheng nodded and continued, "I knew that a regular gift wouldn't be able to satisfy you…"
"Hmph!"
Su Yue suddenly snorted, and it had interrupted him.
She sounded cold and arrogant.
She seemed to suggest: 'You're right.'
Su Yue walked over and sat down beside him—she appeared calm.
