Crazy Overlord, So Very Unruly (17)

The next second, seemingly understanding why he had chosen such a roundabout approach, Su Qiao comforted him with sweet, innocent sincerity: "Don't worry. Not only is my dad handsome, he's a really good person too. He has an especially good temper."

Lu Jingheng: "..."

I know your dad's an old handsome guy, but did you really have to put it that way?

"You really don't need to worry. My dad is handsome and easy to get along with. Go ahead without worry."

"..."

Go ahead without worry...

Why does that sound a little strange?

Besides, since you can tell that your dad is handsome, how can you be so immune to the face right in front of you?

From the moment they met until now, she hadn't even let her gaze linger on his face for a second.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Lu Jingheng was a bench or a table.

Su Qiao was in a great mood. Without caring whether he was depressed or not, she picked up the brown sunglasses from the table and stood up.

"Big Brother Lu, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. I still have to go back and stew soup for A Jing."

The moment she mentioned the soup, Lu Jingheng couldn't help remembering that she had also been carrying soup when they first met.

Why do I suddenly feel like beating up that brat Lu Jingwen, just because she's going to stew soup for him again later?

Su Qiao took a few steps, then turned back crisply. "Oh, right. If you need my dad again next time, just go straight to him. You don't need to come looking for me."

"..." Lu Jingheng felt as though something had struck him in the chest, leaving behind a dull, throbbing