"I'll be coming over again tonight," as soon as these words left her mouth, Jiang Beiyu's expression changed.
"Coming over again?" He walked over with a smile, "Miss Su really has a lot of faith in my character."
Su Nanzhi felt there was something she couldn't phrase delicately, "Mr. Jiang, it's not that I trust your character, I trust your capabilities."
In Su Nanzhi's eyes, Jiang Beiyu seemed somewhat weak.
Jiang Beiyu understood.
His fist clenched.
He extended a long, slender finger, bent it slightly, and gently tapped the young girl's forehead with his knuckle, "Looking down on your Mr. Jiang, are you?"
Su Nanzhi tactically leaned back, "Mr. Jiang, I'm going to go back to my room to wash up, please make yourself at home."
Leaving Jiang Beiyu alone in the room, facing the pillows and quilt that initially didn't belong to his own bed.
After a while, he scoffed. One always seems to realize as they grow older that, indeed, there are many preposterous things in this world.
