"Also, what's so interesting about that drunk? Usually, someone in his family has broken the law and been sent to prison, so he holds a grudge. After drinking a couple of ounces of liquor, he impulsively comes here for revenge."
Du Muhan touched his own face. "Ahem, is it that obvious?"
"What do you think?" Su Qiao crossed her arms over her chest, leaned back against the chair, and gave him a sidelong glance.
Du Muhan rubbed his nose. "Fine, I admit it. I really don't like the sight of him."
This displeasure only grew stronger the longer he spent with Su Qiao.
"What else?" Su Qiao didn't want to let him off as easily as she had before.
Now that he had fallen for her, she wouldn't allow him to retreat, much less keep hiding everything and make her play the guessing game alone.
Du Muhan stepped half a pace closer and reached out to brace himself against the back of the chair behind her, neatly enclosing her in his arms. His expression was utterly serious. "I don't like him talking to you, and I don't want you going on a business trip with him."
"I also don't like the way he looks at you."
It was just like a wild dog coveting a huge bone that didn't belong to it. It was utterly detestable.
"A man like him, fickle and greedy, eating what's in his bowl while eyeing what's in the pot, doesn't deserve a second glance from you. Don't you agree?"
Su Qiao raised her brows. "Do you understand what everything you're saying means right now?"
The corners of Du Muhan's lips lifted slightly as he reached over and toyed with a few strands of hair by her shoulder. "Do you think my IQ is that low?"