Lu An'an didn't respond at first, instinctively nodding her head and slightly parting her red lips to utter one word, "Painful."
After saying it, she realized how foolish she had just been. A numbing pain shot through her palm instantly, causing her to grimace and blow on her hand repeatedly while glaring at her brother, "Brother, it really hurts."
Jian Xia, "..." No one can beat this level of intelligence.
An'an, you must be sent by God to be the comedian.
A faint smile appeared on the corners of Lu Jingchen's mouth. His deep, restrained eyes looked at her as he deftly changed the subject. Glancing behind Lu An'an at Jian Xia, he leaned back in his chair and asked, "Tell me, what's the matter that brought you two here to find me?"
He lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch. Time was almost up, and he had an important meeting to attend soon.
