Auntie Li let out a sigh of relief. "Then thank you, miss. I'll go buy groceries first. If I delay any longer, I won't have time to cook."
"Okay. Take care."
Du Muhan waited until they had finished talking before walking over. "You're quite the chatterbox."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him and walked toward the car. "When necessary, I can even tell a few jokes."
Du Muhan reached out and blocked the car door, looking at her with amusement in his eyes. "Then why don't you tell me a few first, so I can get some practice?"
"You want to hear them?" Su Qiao poked a finger at his chest, stopping him from coming any closer.
"When we get home, I'll download a few more on your phone and let you listen to your fill."
Du Muhan: "..."
"Using that to fob me off doesn't seem like something a girlfriend should do."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes.
Was a girlfriend supposed to act like an old nanny, telling him stories and jokes, for that to count as being a proper girlfriend?
"You don't seem much like a boyfriend either."
Du Muhan frowned slightly. "What exactly are you dissatisfied with?"
He considered his intelligence to be perfectly fine. As for emotional intelligence, this was the information age. With the internet around, he could browse and look things up casually, and that was more or less enough.
"Aren't you very smart? Figure it out yourself." Su Qiao shoved him aside and turned to get into the car.
She had discovered that this man was seriously different inside and out.
On the surface, he seemed cold and indifferent toward everything, but inside, he was fiery and uninhibited.
They had only just confirmed their relationship, and he was already getting restless.
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