Lu Jingchen saw Song Qiao putting down her chopsticks with a satisfied face and handed her the juice and napkins that the waiter had just brought over, "Have some juice."
Song Qiao took them, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then held the cup to take a sip of juice, smiling sweetly as she thanked Lu Jingchen, "Thank you!"
Gu Xicheng sitting opposite had completely set his heart at ease about Song Qiao after this meal and couldn't help but start to like this easy-going and good-tempered girl. After the meal, he reverted to his true self, starting to tease Lu Jingchen, "Jingchen, how come you only ordered a drink for Qiaoqiao? What about ours?"
Favoritism, it was just too blatant. Lu Jingchen had never been so attentive to anyone else.
Lu Jingchen gave him a nonchalant glance, "You have a mouth, why don't you call the waiter yourself? Because Qiaoqiao is my wife, and you're not."
Gu Xicheng, "..." Favoritism, it was absolutely favoritism, shameless, absolutely too shameless.
