Su Ya's heart thudded uncontrollably at the question, wishing she could just disappear into a crack in the ground.
In broad daylight, she had actually indulged in a daydream filled with springtime fantasies, utterly lacking in reserve—how shameless.
"Ah, no, nothing, by the way, Dr. Su, where did you get such a nice car?"
Su Fan smiled.
"You don't need to worry about that. Since I'm to pretend to be Yaya's father, I definitely need to provide both you and Yaya with ample dignity."
Yaya's father?
Hearing Su Fan say this, Su Ya's face grew even more flushed, almost to the point of dripping blood, and her voice trembled a little.
"Do Yaya and I mean that much to you?"
Su Fan was silent for a moment.
He could detect the hint in Su Ya's words.
Last time, Su Ya had already openly confessed her feelings for him.
