Perhaps sensing that Song Qiao's gaze was constantly on the figure behind her, Lu Jingchen subconsciously held onto her waist even tighter. As he pushed open the glass door of the restaurant, he lowered his head close to her ear and said in a low voice, "If you can't let go of your ex-boyfriend, feel free to turn around and chase after him. It was your wish to let your so-called sister mock and sneer at you again!"
The man's voice was low and even-tempered, as his handsome eyes gazed directly at the woman in his arms!
Not sure if it was Song Qiao's misperception, but perhaps having learned from her teenage years to be extremely sensitive to words and expressions, she even sensed a profound smile as he spoke, tinged with a hint of faint mockery. If she weren't so perceptive, this might not have been easy to detect!
