“Do you really like Hot Pot?”The prison jue merely made a random guess.
“I also like Jun Ying Grass. Don’t tell me that you just made a random guess!”Su Qianxun continued to stare at him, wanting to see how he would explain himself.
“I just made a random guess.”The prison jue looked at her calmly.
”...”Su Qianxun felt a little suffocated, and her expression turned a little ugly.
“But your attitude will cause me to misunderstand. We used to know each other,”the prison jue said bluntly.
Because he knew that she was also a straightforward person.
“What are you suspecting?”The prison jue suddenly grabbed her arm, raised it, and questioned her.
“Nothing. I was just joking. Why Are You So Nervous? I just wanted to lighten the atmosphere.”Su Qianxun smiled gently.
“Why do I feel like things aren’t that simple?”
