Gu Yu was sitting with a notebook computer on his lap. His dark eyes looked lazily at the dense data diagrams on the screen. His face was expressionless, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.
He didn't even blink. It was as if he hadn't heard Su Ziqian speak at all.
Su Ziqian waited for approximately 20 seconds. When she saw that he didn't intend to reply, she further gentled her tone, and with a hint of coquettishness, said, "Yu, I know you're very busy. But you still have to eat, regardless of how busy you are, or you'll fall ill. Let's eat together, shall we?"
As she spoke, she stretched her hand towards him, intending to thread it through his arm.
However, the moment the tip of her fingernail came into contact with his sleeve, Gu Yu suddenly raised his hand and closed the laptop. The dull click that reverberated inside the small interior of the car sounded jarring.
Su Ziqian's hand trembled instinctively.
