Ye Xi had intended to refuse, but Lu Youheng tightly grasped her hand.
The little guy blinked his bright, large eyes as he looked up at her, his face full of anticipation.
"Ms. Ye, do you dislike my dad? It's okay if you do; I can have him get out of the car," he said.
Lu Lingxiao: ...
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
Ye Xi could also falsely claim, "No, not at all."
But Lu Youheng still felt it was his dad's problem.
Ever since Ms. Ye got in the car, she hadn't paid much attention to his dad.
Isn't his dad very handsome?
Don't all the women like him a lot?
But Ms. Ye just wouldn't look at him, so she must really dislike him.
Thinking this, Lu Youheng was somewhat pleased, not noticing the dark expression on his dad's face behind him.
After a quick exchange of glances with Lu Lingxiao, Ye Xi had no choice but to nod and say, "Then I'll trouble you."