"Stop it!" she slammed her hand on the table. "Am I a book in your library? Why are you reading me?"
Xia Zhao rolled his eyes at her reaction as he languidly sipped on his coffee. Her reaction was within his expectations. Whenever she felt vulnerable, she'd raise her voice and cause a ruckus. How typical of Mu Chenyan.
"I think you should stop it, Yan Zi."
Mu Chenyan took deep breaths before asking, "You said I don't find the painting special. You're right. I didn't find anything special in it. So, that brings me to the question, why do you think it's special?"
"Take a guess!"
Mu Chenyan's lips moved but nothing came out. After all, she was busy cursing him in her head. If she could guess, why would she ask him?
"I'd rather go and try my luck with the lottery ticket than wasting my time guessing what's on your mind!"
Xia Zhao rubbed his nose and didn't say anything in response to that.
