Lu Shishu listened to his tone and thought something was off, even felt she was hallucinating, constantly feeling as if she heard a bit of grievance and coquetry in his voice.
Lu Shishu glanced at his harmless and warm smile. Seven years ago she knew how skilled Nan Jiayan was at enchanting people. Feigning misery to seek comfort and acting pitiful were things he was not unfamiliar with; instead, he was very adept at it, almost like his personal forte.
This was obviously intentional. If she really left with the umbrella, letting him get drenched in the rain, her conscience would definitely be uneasy. She had seen such tricks too many times to be surprised, yet walking away would not exactly make her feel guilty, but somewhat uncomfortable.
"Thank you, Director Nan. I won't be polite then," Lu Shishu kept a cold face, unaffected, took the umbrella in stride, suppressing the slight discomfort in her heart, and walked straight into the rain with it.
