Lu Sirong bit her lip and turned to look at Jiang Che with a wronged expression, and at the same time, a trace of resentment arose in her heart.
No wonder Brother Jiang Che had been so distant for such a long time after Grandpa Yu's birthday banquet; it turned out to be the meddling of his mother.
Jiang Che, seeing the wronged appearance of Lu Sirong, couldn't help but feel distressed and took her hand, while also casting a reproachful glance at Lu Fengxuan, signaling her to stop.
Lu Fengxuan rolled her eyes, and at that moment, a cup of water was passed in front of her, conveniently blocking the view from across.
"It's not hot anymore." Yu Chiyin slightly lifted his chin and said, "Your mouth is dry, drink some water to moisten your throat."
Her mouth being dry naturally meant it was dry from talking; if she didn't speak, it wouldn't be dry.
Lu Fengxuan: "..."
Alright, that was his style.
She took the cup of water and obediently began to drink, staying silent.
