Zhuo Junyue ignored her, with a stern face, and went straight upstairs.
Su Ningyan was puzzled, everything was fine, why was he unhappy?
She carefully thought it over and couldn't see anything wrong.
However, the young uncle getting angry was a serious matter.
He was so nice to her tonight, treating her to dinner and giving her flowers. She absolutely couldn't upset him.
She followed him into the room and saw that he still had no intention of dealing with her.
Without hesitation, she walked over and hugged his waist, "Young Uncle...."
Zhuo Junyue looked at the small hands around his waist, and heard her soft voice in his ear.
He shivered, she really was a little imp, always trying to provoke him.
And yet, there was nothing he could do about it now.
"Young Uncle, are you mad at me? If I did something wrong, just tell me, I will correct it..."
Zhuo Junyue gasped, he wouldn't dare to admit that it was his own awkwardness that was upsetting him.
