Gratitude

Lu He finally couldn't pretend anymore. The fake smile on his face disappeared bit by bit, as if a wild beast had finally bared its fangs. He looked at Lu Zhen gloomily. "Then what do you want? Do you want Rourou to kneel down and apologize to you?"

Lu Zhen grinned. "Sure. If she can kneel in front of me and beg me to forgive her, I'll pretend that this never happened."

Lu He slapped the table. After the table trembled violently, the fish soup spilled out. "Lu Zhen! Have you forgotten your identity? Do you think you're qualified to talk to me like this just because you're a little famous? This is Rourou's fault, but you're her sister. You know that she's impulsive. Why can't you forgive her? What have I taught you since you were young?"