Rong Bai seemed a bit in the way standing there, so he said, "I'm going to prepare the vehicle for you to use tomorrow. Looking at the two coaches and motorcycles you came in, those aren't suitable for where you're headed."
"No need to see me out," Lu Chen said, expressionless, dismissing the guest from his seat on the sofa.
Downstairs, the atmosphere was so frosty it could almost form ice, but Zhao Changsheng knew that wasting food was shameful, so he paid extra attention while Li Qian taught him how to clean and gut, and the distance between them kept shrinking.
Su Mo had finished preparing the ingredients and pulled Lu Chen over to the window, pointing downwards with interest, "Those two obviously get along and are interested in each other, what deep-seated issues do you think are making Zhao Changsheng so resistant to Li Qian?"
"Rather than guessing, why not ask her yourself," the man flicked her forehead.
Su Mo touched her forehead and glared at him.
