The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly grew silent.
Lu Zhaozhao hurriedly withdrew her hand, "I, I just wanted a piece of paper, I'm not angry."
As she spoke, she immediately lowered her voice and leaned in close to Song Sinian, whispering, "Honey, didn't I say that we could only do this when it's just the two of us..."
"Does this count too?" Song Sinian's dark pupils drooped slightly, "Didn't you say kissing isn't allowed in front of others? Is this also not allowed?"
When Song Sinian said this, his large hand sneakily pinched Lu Zhaozhao's little hand underneath the table.
Lu Zhaozhao felt helpless with his pestering and could only sigh, conceding silently.
This kind of contact wasn't exactly prohibited; she was actually more worried about her beloved husband breaking character.
Everyone in the outside world saw Song Sinian as an unapproachably aloof figure, the king of the business world.
