Yingyue rolls her eyes at that statement. She leans onto the back of her seat, arms crossed and annoyed. For a while, she glares at him silently. At that moment, she wanted to react immediately with a long-winded speech and direct all her anger at Jiang, but unfortunately, they’re at a public space. The restaurant’s balcony have guests around them, and Yingyue knew photographers are stationed by their hidden locations. It’s not the time or place to a make scene. The last thing she wanted was a negative column on hearsay gossip on her and the young guy. Yingyue then leans forwards and takes a big sip from her champagne glass, hoping the drink will cool her head off.

“Didn’t I tell you you irritate me sometimes?” She snaps back, chin on her hand, while making contact with him.

     There’s a hint of a smirk as Jiang studies Yingyue. Then he leans forward, rests his crossed arms on the table only to remain quiet long enough that it comes across like he’s going to let his girlfriend have the last word.