At this very moment, what was running through Lu Tingxiao’s mind was… radish.
He recalled Ning Xi’s reminder to him the other day, “Carrots and greens are preferred; those who like carrots, as perfect as greens may be, they would still not take a fancy to greens.”
At that point in time, he was confident that Ning Xi reciprocated his feelings. She was most likely just making up excuses, which was why he didn’t pay much thought to her words, but now… he had no choice but to acknowledge this problem.
Maybe, he really was just considered to be greens, and was not her carrot…
Lu Jingli observed his brother’s cold stare at the plate of carrots in front of him and a shiver went down his spine, “Bro, are you okay?”
Why is he staring at a plate of carrots with such a murderous vibe?
With a poker face, Lu Tingxiao pressed the bell to call for the butler, telling him to get rid of the carrots and to never serve such a vegetable on the dining table ever again.
Lu Jingli, “...”
