Su Ruanruan sniffed herself: "Do I smell? Maybe it's from Third Brother."
He Jitang's tone grew milder as he responded, "I haven't smoked today."
Su Ruanruan said nothing more.
The more you say, the more mistakes you make!
Back at the villa, small Ci'an obediently went to the study to write, and Su Ruanruan went back to rest.
It wasn't long before He Jitang brought in a bowl of ginger tea.
He placed the ginger tea on the small round table, and gently asked her, "Are you feeling better?"
He asked again, "Do you feel uncomfortable every time it happens?"
Su Ruanruan was actually pretending, and seeing He Jitang's affectionate demeanor, she gently refused, "I'm fine! Third Brother, go about your own business."
He Jitang sat there.
He smirked, "Why, after a meal, you don't even want to humor me? If I had known, I wouldn't have let Fourth Sister go out."
Su Ruanruan wasn't naive.
She guessed He Jitang already knew.
He didn't confront her, and neither did she.
