Han Jing held the spoon in her hand, with a snap, it fell into the bowl.
She, she finally believed now, that Su Yu these years, had really only grown thicker skin.
Across from her, Su Yu continued to elegantly eat his pastries, Han Jing glanced at him, then silently lowered her head.
It seems, for men, this thick skin might just be innate, learned without a teacher.
"After we finish eating, let's make a trip to the Prayer Pavilion and discuss the trip to the Western Regions with Xichen," Su Yu said to Han Jing.
Han Jing looked up: "Big brother can't go, right!"
