Lu Hao looked at Lan Xi's back, his face full of helplessness.
He looked at Zhao Jia Min and said lightly, "Lan Xi speaks her mind, she means no harm."
Zhao Jia Min smiled slightly, "Why would I take issue with a young girl? I can tell, she likes you."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Hao's face instantly darkened, "I still need to entertain other guests, please make yourself at home."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
"Lu Hao!" Zhao Jia Min called out to him.
Lu Hao paused, turning back to look at her.
Zhao Jia Min took out an exquisite, small gift box from her bag, "Happy birthday."
Lu Hao glanced at it, but did not take it, sneering, "Could it be something used by another man, and you're just passing it on to me?"
Zhao Jia Min's expression subtly changed, "Lu Hao, how could you think of me like that?"
"Isn't what I'm saying the truth?" Lu Hao said with sarcasm.
