"Alright." Su Xiaoyue answered softly, glanced at him, and then said no more.
Pulling out his phone, Fan Shaoming made a call, though Su Xiaoyue didn't know to whom. She only heard him instructing the person on the other end in a low voice, telling someone to come and open the store immediately.
When he gave orders, he was especially stern, a natural authority oozing from him that often left others too intimidated to look up, let alone refuse.
After ending the call, Fan Shaoming leaned back in the car seat, turning his head to look at the woman beside him.
As he watched her, his hand beside him stealthily landed on the back of Su Xiaoyue's hand. The moment they touched, Su Xiaoyue reacted as if shocked by electricity, immediately withdrawing her hand. This deeply frustrated Fan Shaoming—she wouldn't even let him touch her hand...
Thinking it over, he felt perhaps his move had been too abrupt; after all, girls have delicate sensibilities.