Lu Yanhe coldly retorted, "So what you mean is, before I do anything, I need to report to you first and get your permission?"
His tone carried a trace of impatience. After speaking, he pushed the woman in his arms away and turned to walk towards the bed.
Su Jia looked at his back and helplessly chuckled to herself.
They had known each other for so many years, and she was already well aware of his every word and deed, his character and temper. That awkwardness and little temper of his never changed a bit.
Sometimes, it felt like he was even more willful and childish than Lu Chen.
The old man and Lu's father never had such little tempers, and Lu Yanhe's nature, no one knows who he inherited it from.
Su Jia caught up with his pace, "You don't need my permission, but at least you should let me know, right?"
She followed him to the bedside, her tone quite helpless, like a wronged child with nowhere to vent.
