Su Junhao's indifferent gaze was because he thought Angel might have shown up like this to seduce him.
After all, it's already late autumn, how could she wear such a thin shirt?
But he didn't say anything unnecessary, nor did he feel like talking. Right now, he's already overwhelmed by Jian Yanyan, and has no energy to deal with another woman.
"Junhao, can, can I ask you for a favor?" Angel said weakly.
She never used to talk like this; she used to be vibrant every day, speaking like a proud peacock.
Evidently, she has improved a lot these past few years, learning how to show weakness to men, and how pretending to be frail in front of men can elicit more affection.
"What's the matter?" Su Junhao's voice wasn't as cold as before, but it still wasn't gentle.
Probably because he was too disappointed earlier, now he's adjusted.
"My home's water pipe cracked, I don't know how to fix it, could you help me with it?" Angel continued to speak softly.
