Yuren: "..."
That really wasn't the case.
His lean and handsome face harbored an expression of helplessness as he silently recited a phrase to himself, the bottom of his restrained and steady eyes filled with endless tolerance and patience.
On the surface, however, he remained composed, "Oh? Why do you say that?"
Lu Mian gave a light "ah ha," laughing brightly, "Because you guys are always fussing over the smallest things like old fathers, constantly nagging…"
Although, her own father wasn't like that.
"Who else nags you?" Yuren had no choice but to focus on the word "guys," his long fingers unwrapping the package from MM Ji Restaurant, seemingly chatting with Lu Mian without a purpose.
Lu Mian didn't do as he thought. Looking at the spread of food before her and rubbing her abdomen, which had subsided to a level six pain, she was already content. Nonchalantly and carelessly, she straddled the chair, laughing, "Yeah, like my homeroom teacher, Mr. Su, you, and also…"
