Lu Xixiao snatched the keychain from her hand and threw it back in front of Zhou Wan.
With a “bang.”
This cemented Jiang Yun’s grudge against him: “What are you doing!”
Lu Xixiao raised his eyebrows: “Who said you could take it?”
“I won it myself!”
He reached out, pinching her game card between two fingers, waving it: “My card.”
“How can you be so petty!” Jiang Yun was incredulous. “Handsome guys being so petty won’t be popular!”
Lu Xixiao sneered: “Do I need you to like me?”
Jiang Yun was furious.
She really couldn’t understand how someone so handsome could be such a jerk!
Then, her eyes reddened.
It wasn’t that she was hurt and wanted to cry—she was purely angry.
Jiang Yun had always been like this since childhood; her eyes would redden when angry.
But in Zhou Wan’s eyes, it looked different.
Come to think of it, she had seen several girls cry because of Lu Xixiao before.
Pursing her lips, she tried to mediate, looking at Lu Xixiao and saying softly: “Your card has tens of thousands of points, the keychain only needs about 2,000 points, it won’t affect anything.”
Lu Xixiao turned his head to look at her.
His gaze was cold and sharp, containing mockery, playfulness, coldness, and scrutiny.
Zhou Wan couldn’t withstand his gaze and lowered her head.
Lu Xixiao gave a light laugh, its meaning unclear: “How generous you are with my points.”
Zhou Wan remembered what he’d said before: Zhou Wan, who do you think you are?
Right, who did she think she was?
Jiang Yun stamped her foot, unable to bear it anymore, and turned to leave.
Lu Xixiao didn’t chase after her, instead taking out a pack of cigarettes from the nearby rack, throwing it on the counter, and pulling out a bill.
Zhou Wan made a change for his 20.
His phone vibrated again, with a voice message from Jiang Fan. He played it—
“Xiao, did you fight with my sister? She called me furiously cursing you out.”
Zhou Wan froze.
…Jiang Fan’s sister?
Lu Xixiao lowered his head to reply: “What would I fight with her about?”
Zhou Wan: “…”
Indeed it wasn’t fighting—more like one-sided suppression.
Jiang Fan sent another voice message, laughing, sounding particularly happy: “This is the first time I’ve seen a girl say she never wants to see you again.”
Lu Xixiao gave a derisive laugh: “Good, never met anyone as annoying as your sister.”
Zhou Wan didn’t know what about this statement hit her funny bone, but she lowered her head and quirked her lips up, quickly suppressing it. When she looked up, Lu Xixiao was watching her.
Unsure if he’d seen it, Zhou Wan maintained a neutral expression as she looked back at him.
Lu Xixiao put his phone back in his pocket, his gaze not moving.
Zhou Wan paused, then asked: “Aren’t you going to chase after her?”
He raised an eyebrow: “Didn’t you hear what Jiang Fan said?”
“Huh?”
“She’s not my girlfriend, why would I chase after her?”
“…Oh.”
After a few seconds, Zhou Wan felt his statement wasn’t quite accurate and corrected him: “Even if she were your girlfriend, you probably wouldn’t chase after her.”
Lu Xixiao suddenly smiled, different from his previous smiles—this time it was a genuine smile.
He narrowed his eyes: “Zhou Wan, haven’t seen you for a few days and you’ve gotten bold, huh?”
Realizing her previous words seemed like she was taunting him, Zhou Wan shrunk her neck back and pulled that leg that had crossed the boundary back, shaking her head: “No.”
Lu Xixiao wanted to say something, but his phone rang again at that moment.
He lowered his gaze, frowning slightly, his eyes deep in thought. He turned and walked outside to answer the phone, remaining silent.
Lu Zhongyue coughed once: “Where are you?”
Lu Xixiao smirked: “Why do you care where I am?”