Le Zhengsheng nodded, "Mm, but... you don't really believe it, do you?"
Yu Sangwan still didn't believe it, "Is that even a reason?"
Le Zhengsheng tugged at the corner of his mouth, his smile not as relaxed as usual, "That's because you don't know, I have a particular fear of blood."
"..." Yu Sangwan increasingly felt he was joking. How could a man over six feet tall be afraid of blood? Moreover, Le Zhengsheng doesn't even faint at the sight of blood.
"Alright!" Le Zhengsheng seemed unwilling to continue on this topic, raising a hand to pinch her cheek, "Go back to your seat and drink the soup."
"...Oh."
Downstairs, in the extended SUV, Le Zhengpeng tapped his fingers, his gaze shifting from the glimmer of light from the window.
"Does the young master come here often?"
"Yes, the young master spends most of his time here."
Le Zhengpeng slowly squinted his eyes, interesting... This son of his, who never invests much enthusiasm in anything, spent so much effort on a woman?
