Jiang Beiyu's happiness was obvious.
He seemed to be settling scores, yet also a bit inexplicably joyful.
Su Nanzhi didn't understand him.
She even felt like Jiang Beiyu was brewing something big with his words.
"Su Xiaozhi." Jiang Beiyu suddenly called her quite seriously.
Su Nanzhi stared intently at the diary in his hand, remaining silent for a while.
Until Jiang Beiyu placed her hand on his abs, "Su Xiaozhi, actually I have a pretty good figure too. Don't just focus on looking at my face, maybe change your taste once in a while?"
Su Nanzhi: "..."
"Can you give me back my diary?" Su Nanzhi still kept her eyes on the diary in Jiang Beiyu's hand.
Jiang Beiyu hid the diary behind his back, "Su Xiaozhi, don't think I don't know what you're up to. Who knows if this diary will still exist after you get it back."
Su Nanzhi adhered to the principle of cohabitation friendliness, calmly reasoning with him, "This is my notebook, right?"
Jiang Beiyu nodded, "Right."
