Although he had an imposing expression, Lin Qingqian was no longer as afraid of him as before.
"I said that there's no need to worry about not having vinegar at home in the future."
Jiang Yanshen's hawk-like eyes narrowed, and his gaze became even colder. "Say that again!"
Lin Qingqian's red lips curled up slightly. "Jiang Yanshen, you're just jealous. Don't refuse to admit it."
"Say that again!"
"You—"
Just as Lin Qingqian pursed her lips, Jiang Yanshen's facial features suddenly enlarged, and his dry and warm lips pressed against hers.
The chauffeur in the driver's seat looked down and focused on driving. 'I didn't see anything!'
Because there was a third person in the car, Lin Qingqian's plain face suddenly turned red.
It was red all the way to her neck.
