Su Ningyan listened to his voice, deep and captivating, and she felt as if her ears were intoxicated.
She drew in a light breath, "You're making me so angry, you didn't even believe me. Uncle, you came up here and started hitting people, you're so fierce."
After finishing her sentence, Su Ningyan couldn't help but wave her little pink fist, venting her anger on his chest.
Zhuo Junyue quickly pulled her into his arms to comfort her, "Then I won't be fierce to you in the future, and you won't sulk with me. Little thing, you should know that no one has ever dared to splash wine on me, let alone slap me."
"I...I was upset at the time, who told you to infuriate me by letting Ye Tong in your car? I thought you had kissed her, and if you kissed me after that, of course I would feel disgusted."
Otherwise, even if hell lent her its guts, she wouldn't dare.
"So shall we call it even now and make peace? Is that okay?"
In this world, only she could make him tolerate her to this extent.
