Su Yinhe had three lattes in a row.
"How could I possibly not eat?" Lin Murong was shocked.
Even if he felt a bit sick temporarily, it wasn't so bad that he couldn't eat.
"I'm being considerate of you," Su Yinhe said sweetly.
"Thanks for your consideration, but I don't need it." Don't think he didn't know what she was up to.
"Ugh, don't need my concern? A boar can't appreciate fine bran." Su Yinhe was suddenly feeling lively.
"Who are you calling a boar?" Lin Murong looked at her in disbelief.
"No one. Who else could there be? Who could I possibly be talking about?" Su Yinhe spread her hands.
"I always feel like you're talking about me." Lin Murong looked at her, no, it wasn't a feeling; she was definitely talking about him.
Too bad he had no evidence.
"Evidence, I only look at evidence," Su Yinhe said, extending her hand towards him.
