Chi Xia was speechless.
Why did he make her sound like an idiot?
Looking at their hands that were clasped together, Chi Xia could feel her palms sweating. She couldn't help but say, ""Young Master Su, the weather is too hot. My palms are sweating. Let go of me."
As soon as Chi Xia finished speaking, she felt the hand holding her tighten, as if she was trying to verify if what she said was true.
" You're indeed sweating. Chi Xia, why are you so nervous when I'm holding your hand? " the man said.
Chi Xia's lips twitched and she emphasized again, " It's hot. "
"Is that so?" Su Chen's expression was indifferent, as if he did not believe Chi Xia's words at all.
Chi Xia was too lazy to explain to him. She entered the restaurant and followed Su Chen into the private room. The waiter handed the menu to Su Chen and Su Chen raised his chin at him. " Let her order. "
