Having her head pressed down and still needing to focus on eating the rolled silk, she couldn't free her mouth to answer his question. If she said it wasn't delicious, would her ancestral graves be dug up?
Seeing her chew carefully and swallow slowly, Xu Jingxi didn't need an answer. Satisfied, he curved his lips into a smile and picked up his suit jacket from the couch, "Come out with me for a bit."
Leh Ying immediately felt spirited, wiped her mouth clean with a tissue, and followed him. He seemed leisurely to the point of being in a good mood as he walked, turned his head, and toss the suit jacket into her arms.
"You hold it."
Leh Ying pouted her lips.
The sun was strong, and it was unbearably hot even before getting into the car.
The 'bit' that Xu Jingxi talked about turned out to be going to a tea house to listen to some crosstalk and skits, a famous feature of this place. Perhaps because the sun was so intense outside, the inside was packed with guests.
