Little girl, little girl, how small she is!

Su Er hates it when people always treat her like a child who will never grow up.

She tilted her head back with an air of ignorance, her eyes feigning respect: "How old are you?"

How old are you? What a choice of words.

What did he say that offended her this time?

Normally, no one would dare to speak to him like that. Jiang Siyan himself was surprised by how good his temper was that night, and he replied to her in a very gentle tone, "Twenty-eight."

"Oh." Su Er drawled out her words and nodded thoughtfully.

She made no attempt to hide her intentions, and Jiang Siyan willingly took the bait. "Oh what?"

Su Er wiped her mouth with a tissue, her eyes looking at him seemed to hold the stars in the sky, yet unconsciously revealing a hint of mischievous slyness. "My parents told me to use respectful terms when addressing elders in public. I think I didn't offend you with my way of addressing you just now."

Jiang Siyan was taken aback. Had he been tricked by the young girl?

An eerie stillness filled the air.

He put down his wine glass and leaned back casually in his chair. The cuffs of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of his sleek forearm. His fingertips traced circles along the rim of the glass, which somehow became slightly translucent.

It was an ordinary gesture, but when he met those smiling eyes, the subtle sense of pressure seemed to grow even stronger.

Su Er inwardly cried out in alarm, wondering why she had to get so worked up over this verbal sparring.

The rhythm of his fingertips tugged at her heartbeat, and as his thin lips parted, he casually said, "Ner'er, you've got guts."