Although he had said some abominable things recently, he was also uttering sweet nothings increasingly frequently. She could hardly bear it.
"I didn't." Nian Junting raised his eyebrows. "So this is what is meant by 'sweet nothings.' I won't need to learn, then. It seems that I am born with this talent."
Luo Sang was afraid that he would begin engaging in lengthy self-praise again. She quickly said, "Yes, yes. You must have picked it up yourself while dating. Come, this eel and mushroom soup is not bad. Have some."
"It's average. It might be better if you were feeding me," Nian Junting said with pride.
"I'm going to book the tickets." Luo Sang was too lazy to bother with him. She looked down and opened the booking app. As she tapped away, a message suddenly came in on WeChat. Someone had transferred a sum of money to her. She tapped on the notification to open the message. Mr. Nian had sent her $520 in a virtual red packet.
