Immediately, he turned his gaze to Jing Xuan, his voice cold and severe: "Jing Xuan, think before you speak some words."
Tang Sirou was happy with Jiang Yan's protection.
A flicker of something unusual passed through Su He's eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly.
Jing Xuan, on the other hand, wasn't afraid of Jiang Yan.
"What's wrong, President Jiang, did I say something incorrect?" Jing Xuan glanced at the hand hooked on his arm, a hint of mockery flashing through her beautiful eyes.
"No, I just twisted my foot a little and was walking unsteadily, Mr. Yan offered his arm for support," explained Tang Sirou, though her gaze was directed at Su He.
Unfortunately, Su He was really patient. She and Jiang Yan had stood there for so long, yet she hadn't glanced their way even once.
At that moment, Su He put down her utensils and leisurely wiped her mouth and hands with a napkin.
"Xiaxia, I'm done eating, let's go," she said to Jing Xuan in a gentle tone.