Song Jiaqi frowned, "Wasn't Su Ye fine just a moment ago? How did he suddenly become so weird and off-putting?"
She smiled and carefully stored the bracelet, "Su Ye, thank you."
Su Ye wiped his mouth and gracefully stood up, "No need for thanks, it was simply a fair exchange. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't keep you company."
Having said that, he walked straight to the door, "Waiter, check please."
Song Jiaqi also got up and walked out.
She stood not far from the cashier counter, watching Su Ye's expression turn indifferent, a sense of aloof disconnect radiating from him.
Suddenly, she felt a pang of discomfort in her heart.
She bit her lip and quickly walked over, reaching out to grab his arm—
"Daddy!"
A crisp and clear child's voice suddenly rang out from the door.
Su Ye's movement to take his card stiffened, and he turned his head just as Song Jiaqi curiously turned to look towards the door.
