Chapter 92 They Have Issues

Lin Zhiyi was startled by the unfamiliar Gong Chen, her breathing became hurried as she tried to push him away.

But he caught her wrist, his fingers caressing a patch of skin on her wrist that was a different color.

It was skin that had grown after a burn injury.

"Better?" His deep voice carried a hint of laziness.

Lin Zhiyi turned her face away, not wanting to speak.

Gong Chen raised his hand to turn her face back toward him, pinching it neither too harshly nor too gently.

"Can you speak properly?"

"Uncle, you've forgotten—I am as stubborn as a donkey," Lin Zhiyi said irritably.

Gong Chen rested his hands on the desk, tilted his head down slightly, and let out a subdued chuckle.

"When I speak seriously, you don't listen. But you clearly remember the things said in passing."

This time, his tone was very light, and even carried an ease he had never shown before.

Lin Zhiyi didn't know how to respond—just moments ago, they'd been at each other's throats.