Su Wan stared blankly at the man not far away, her expression somewhat absent-minded.
Did he let her off so easily?
And even let her bring the dishes over?
It was as if nothing had just happened, but the distinct palm print on the right side of Jiang Xuecheng's face constantly reminded Su Wan that it was not an illusion.
She was indeed too daring…
Fortunately, Jiang Xuecheng did not take it to heart.
Su Wan heaved a sigh of relief and quickly ran to the kitchen.
Su Wan had just left the room, but her mind was still in a state of chaos.
She thought that if Jiang Xuecheng spoke to her again like that in the future, she would definitely be angry.
No matter what, she did not like Jiang Xuecheng to misunderstand her, especially in this aspect.
Su Wan let out a faint sigh. Then, she served the stir-fried shrimp, seaweed and rib soup, as well as the stir-fried pork slices with water bamboo shoots in batches.
