Su Jia was furious, "Lu Yanhe, are you out of your mind?"
Actually, what she held in her hand wasn't anything important, just six egg tarts that Tang Yuzhou brought her from the United States, made by her son himself.
Lu Yanhe didn't say a word, not caring at all about what she said.
She glared at him coldly, reaching out her hand and opening her palm in front of him, "Give it back!"
Lu Yanhe turned a deaf ear, opening the packaging bag, and a heart-shaped little card fell out.
He looked closely and saw several black regular script characters written with a carbon pen—
"Su Jiajia, I specially brought these back from the United States for you. Do you like them?"
After seeing this line, the already sullen expression on the man's face turned even colder.
His eyes inadvertently swept across her face, smiling thoughtfully, "It seems really nice..."
Su Jia gritted her teeth, "If you want to eat, you can buy some yourself!"
