"Hah." Su Luo sneered. "I've never seen you so enthusiastic about celebrating Jiaojiao's birthday before, but you're taking the initiative this year. Do you have a guilty conscience, or are you up to no good?"
"Su Luo," Lu Zhuo said, "it's Jiaojiao's birthday today. I don't want to quarrel with you."
"I don't want to quarrel with you either, but I booked this private room. You're not welcome here. Please leave." Su Luo pointed at the door. Lu Zhuo stood still, his gaze fixed on Xu Jiaojiao, who was blocked from his sight.
"If you still refuse to leave, I'll call security." Su Luo did not have much patience.
Xu Jiaojiao tugged at the corner of her shirt. "Luoluo…"
Su Luo lowered her head to look at her and coaxed her in a child-like tone. "Don't worry, I'm here. I won't let him bully you."
Xu Jiaojiao smiled. "He can't bully me. Let me talk to him."
