The man stood still, his handsome face devoid of any expression.
But from the subtle changes in his eyes, Qiao An could tell that he was angry.
And it wasn't just any kind of anger!
The air... was filled with a faint sourness.
The jealousy was so obvious it was almost known to everyone.
Qiao An, caught between laughter and tears, nestled into his arms, wrapping her arms around his lean waist, and asked playfully, "What's wrong? Isn't it just a meal? Why do you look like someone owes you eight million?"
"I don't want to eat."
"Even if you don't want to eat, you have to."
Qiao An wouldn't let him refuse, puffing out her cheeks as she took his hand and forcibly led him into the villa.
Lu Yin sat comfortably on the sofa, leisurely staring at him, and seeing his displeased look made him particularly happy.
The smile on his face was somewhat provoking.
"Baobei, come sit."
Lu Yin affectionately called Baobei, patting the spot beside him, signaling Qiao An to sit by him.
