"I deserved it," Yan Huan scrunched up her nose. This award belonged to her.
"But," she leaned forward, "it was you right?"
"Yes," Lu Yi admitted before using the tissue to wipe her face clean. Bit by bit, he did it tenderly and gingerly. Yan Huan knew it was him. If not, how could those people have made Su Muran spit out the award and admitted openly that it was their fault? They were hitting themselves. Tsk…
"So," he threw the tissue in his hand aside before taking out something from his pocket and throwing it in the car. "Mrs. Lu, is it time for you to fulfill your duties?"
Yan Huan took a look at the thing in the car as her face flushed red.
This Lu Yi might seem decent on the surface but at the end of the day he was just… a pervert.
Sometimes, she was thinking that Lu Yi came here every week to not only see her, he wanted that too.
Look at that, she had learned the wrong things from him.
