Qin Zhiyou didn't even furrow his eyebrows, his finger flipped another page, "I can't hear what you're saying."
Lu Weixi had no other choice but to move a bit closer, and gently touched him: "Qin Zhiyou, don't be too much."
If he was still not satisfied, she didn't care to continue. After all, she was not the one getting married, and she was not the star of the afternoon's foundation ceremony, she could simply wear a business suit.
Qin Zhiyou finally reacted, he put the magazine aside, raised his eyebrows, with a displeased face: "You call this repayment? You're just swatting a mosquito."
He turned around and leaned in instantly. She didn't expect Qin Zhiyou to move so quickly, she reached out to push him away, but he caught her hand, interlacing his distinct knuckles with hers, their hands locked together.
