Lu An'an didn't react for a moment and subconsciously nodded her head, her red lips slightly parted and let out a word, "Painful."
After she finished speaking, she realized how foolish she had just acted. A tingling pain shot through her palm instantly, causing her to grimace and continuously blow on her palm, staring at her brother and saying, "Brother, it really hurts."
Jian Xia, "..."This intelligence, no one can beat it.
An'an sister, you must have been sent by God for comic relief.
Lu Jingchen's mouth curled into a faint smile, his deep and restrained eyes looking at her as he shifted the topic. He glanced at Jian Xia standing behind Lu An'an, leaned back into his chair, and asked, "Tell me, what exactly brings you two here for?"
He raised his wrist to check the time on his watch; it was about time as he still had an important meeting to attend later.
