Su Jian said irritably, "We're not going to break up."
She took off her apron, stuffed it into Nie Jiao's hands, and walked away briskly.
Nie Jiao hurried after her, "Wait for me, why are you walking so fast? I was just joking with you earlier, don't be angry, okay?"
Su Jian couldn't be bothered with him.
"Didn't you say you were going to cook yourself? Where are you going?" Nie Jiao asked, following behind her.
Zhou Lu had come looking for her; how could she be in the mood to cook anything at all?
"I'm not cooking anymore, stop following me," she said, feeling very irritated.
Nie Jiao found it a bit funny, "Does Zhou Lu have so little trust in you? We're living in separate rooms; nothing happened. Do you need to be this nervous?"
Su Jian took a deep breath, didn't respond, and waited for the elevator.