"Ah I'm bored." Xiao Yunhua whispered to Zhou Ming. "Why do I have to be here again?" The clanks of the silverware and the soft murmur among the people at the dinner table helped her case of keeping her question between them. "Seriously, it's like I'm painted with a target sign. Your grandpa is eyeing me like I'm the personification of Satan." She chuckled but quickly coughed to cover her laugh.
"Because you're my girlfriend and this came with the package." He teased back.
"But I'm your—"
"Yunhua, are you alright?" Kang Yiyi's voice interrupted, dripping with concern. "Housekeeper, pour her some more water. Can't have our darling celebrity choke to death." Hearing her words, Xiao Yunhua felt like she wanted to roll her eyes. Such caring concern, if it were anybody else, she would've believed it. Unfortunately, this girl had tried to murder her with a hit-and-run.
