The man's face instantly turned cold upon hearing her words, and he stood up abruptly, "Song Qiao, do you think I'm annoyed with you?"
Song Qiao crossed her legs, her gaze still filled with anger, completely affirming her own thoughts, "Isn't it? When I was watching a movie in the study, you just shut down my laptop without asking if I wanted to, and you carried me back here without my consent. Now, even when I'm sleeping, you have to wake me up..."
"Is that what you think?" Lu Jingchen narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze emanating a dangerous aura as he looked at the woman in front of him.
Song Qiao met his slightly cold gaze head-on, instinctively shrinking her neck, then immediately annoyed at herself for being afraid, she stiffened her neck and gritted her teeth, "Yes."
