Saturday was another good day.
Because he did not have to work.
For Lu Han, being able to curl up at home and snuggle with Su Qiao was what made it a good day.
In the past, he had always played games when he came home, but now those games no longer held any appeal for him.
The two of them got up early and went to the nearby supermarket to buy ingredients.
They planned to cook for themselves at home during their Saturday and Sunday days off.
Su Qiao was frying eggs when her phone suddenly rang.
She pulled it out of her pocket, glanced at it, and immediately hung up and blocked the number.
"Who was it?" Lu Han wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as his dark eyes flickered.
Su Qiao decisively stuffed the phone back into her pocket. "Don't worry about it. I've already blocked him."
Lu Han pouted aggrievedly, his eyes full of reproach. "Just how many spare tires do you have?"
Hadn't they all been dealt with already?
How could there still be another one?
Su Qiao smiled and turned around, pinching his tall, straight nose. "Huh? I think I smell something sour. Did the vinegar jar in our house break?"
Lu Han caught her small hand and gently grazed her fingers with his teeth. "Qiaoqiao, I'm going to get angry."
To save her hand, Su Qiao hurriedly placated him:
"Alright, Little Friend, don't be angry. He's just an unimportant person. I've already dealt with all those men who clung to me."
"What about this one?" Lu Han was not going to let her brush him off so easily. He shot a somewhat icy glance at her pocket.
He really wanted to take out that phone