Under the dim streetlight, Su Lingzhi's face was somewhat pale. She stubbornly met his pressing gaze, "Are you here to settle scores with me?"
Clearly, he was wearing the suit she designed for him. On him, it not only looked gentlemanly but also accentuated his aura.
Even though he said nothing, and his gaze wasn't sharp, she just feared him.
If I had known, I would have designed a hip-hop style suit for him.
Seeing him in that outfit wouldn't feel so oppressive.
Fu Yinli lightly tapped her nose.
Su Lingzhi reflexively blinked and then looked at him, annoyed and embarrassed.
Fu Yinli's voice carried a hint of doting, "What are you thinking about all day long? Are you that idle?"
Su Lingzhi pouted, "You didn't reply to my messages."
"Didn't I tell you before that I can't always reply promptly on WeChat?"
