Hearing An Yan's words, Su Yue wasn't annoyed.
She hummed and grabbed An Yan's hand, "Baby Yan, I'm about to go crazy from anger."
"It seems pretty easy to drive you crazy, you're the kind that sparks at the slightest touch," An Yan looked at her face full of complaints and asked, "Are you angry with Doctor Si again?"
The two walked toward the design studio building.
With clenched teeth, Su Yue said, "Last night, that Si loser actually stole my first kiss while drunk!"
An Yan blinked in shock, "Doctor Si is that bold? You know a tiger's butt can't be touched."
Su Yue laughed out loudly, "You always tease me."
Pointing at her lips, she said, "This is my lips, not butt! No! You've made me mix them up! My mouth is not my butt!"
An Yan laughed, "Alright, do you feel a bit happier now?"
"Forget it, my happiness is built on you insulting me."
Seeing someone greeting them, An Yan suggested, "Let's talk in your office."
Once inside the office, they sat face to face.