So, he really wasn't some top-notch host; it was her... who got it wrong?
How could she be so muddled?
Then these past few days...
As she was lost in thought with her head down, she suddenly felt the imposing presence of that person drawing near.
A playful smile tinged his eyes as if teasing her, "I really don't know what about me seems like the style of a top-notch host at a hostess club."
Su Tingyan's face flushed red from his deliberate teasing.
"I...I, you knew I got it wrong, why didn't you say anything."
They had been together for so long, yet he hadn't explained, causing her to be mistaken all this time...
Lin Xu spread his hands, "I've said a lot, but you never took it seriously. What was I supposed to do?"
"..."
Lin Xu bent down.
Su Tingyan sat on the chair with a panic-stricken face, his hands resting on either side of her, fair and distinct, gripping the chair, the attractive lines of his knuckles tensing slowly under the light.
