"You're not happy?" Song Sinian's indifferent voice echoed in the dining room.
His gaze meticulously scrutinized her small face, seemingly trying to draw some conclusion through observation.
Lu Zhaozhao, with her little mouth pinched, resolutely shook her head, "I was just thinking about what you all were discussing, I'm not unhappy."
After speaking, she did not forget to flash Sinian a sweet smile.
"Hmm." Sinian then slowly released his hand.
Qian Hong and Zhao Xi, who were standing by, nearly ran into a wall when they saw how Sinian had handled the situation.
They had indeed suggested yesterday that Sinian pay more attention to Lu Zhaozhao, to occasionally ask her if she was feeling displeased.
But… Was that really asking just now?
Reaching out and pinching the cheek of a pretty young girl, asking her if she is unhappy?
With his indifferent expression and his flat tone, if someone said it was an interrogation, probably no one would deny it, right?