Chiang Tian was frantically wiping off the tea from his body, feeling like his whole being was out of sorts. It was Cheng Su's tea that had sprayed out, after all—disgustingly dirty.
"Mr. Chiang, I'm very busy, so please excuse me." Cheng Su put down her teacup and stood up.
One is mad, the other is dumb; she couldn't be bothered to waste her words on him.
"Hold on." Chiang Tian grabbed her hand, saying, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"
Cheng Su directly used the chopsticks from the table to knock his hand away, saying, "Don't get handsy."
Chiang Tian released her hand in pain.
"Mr. Chiang, if you're here to joke around, that's fine, but I don't have that much time to play with you. You can go if you don't want to eat; consider it my treat." Cheng Su stated formally.
"You're annoyed just like that?" Chiang Tian raised an eyebrow, "You're not as magnanimous as you claim; you get pissed off just from a couple of jokes!"
