Song Qiao didn't quite believe him, looking at him with a probing expression, "Is it really that simple?"
Lu Jingchen fixed his gaze on her, his Adam's apple moving slightly, and ultimately spoke the truth directly, "Hmm? I also heard you had an unpleasant incident today, so I came back to accompany you. Satisfied?"
Song Qiao didn't expect him to respond like that, momentarily stunned. It took her a while to regain her senses before she frowned at the man in front of her, "You heard about it?"
"Yes." Without hiding anything, he bent down and kissed her cheek, his deep voice having a mesmerizing quality like aged wine, his profound gaze reflecting only her image, "How about now? Feeling better?"
However, Song Qiao looked at him with a slightly strange expression and murmured directly, "Who told you I was in a bad mood? When was I ever in a bad mood? Clearly, I wasn't."
Her expression was stubborn, refusing to admit her mood was bad, and she even had a bit of a proud look.
