For some reason, her eyes reddened.
Hong Dou pulled out a clean handkerchief, walked up to Su Yan, and crouched down
"Young Master, there's blood on your face."
While Su Yan ate, Hong Dou wiped her face on the side.
That scene rather resembled an affectionate young couple.
At this moment, laughter came from the doorway.
Su Yan looked up and saw Su Jiuci leaning against the doorframe, wearing a white shirt.
His phoenix eyes were bent into smiles, and he was utterly clean, looking not so much like a ruthless character but more like the noble son of some family.
Many people followed Su Jiuci.
But he waved his hand, signaling them not to come in.
Then he looked at the line of black-clothed men standing at the doorway.
Su Jiuci walked into the restaurant and sat down opposite Su Yan.
His gaze was appraising,
"Young Master Su goes on a rampage for beauty, I'm impressed."
His tone was nonchalant, his shirt buttons loose, and every word he spoke seemed to be teasing.
