Chu Yao reached out and tugged on Lu Xize's clothes. "I was just kidding. Besides, I'm used to people having their eyes on you, okay?"
Chu Yao pouted. 'Back in school, weren't there tons of people flocking around Lu Xize?'
A four-year age gap doesn't seem that big after leaving school, but on campus, it was like a natural chasm.
So back then, all those girls who flocked around Lu Xize saw Chu Yao constantly following him and assumed she was his little sister. They'd try to get on her good side by buying her snacks and asking her to pass love letters to him. This happened to Chu Yao more than just once or twice.
Luckily, she was quick-witted and clever back then, so none of those miscellaneous love letters ever made it into this guy's hands.
Suddenly recalling the past, Chu Yao felt a surprising surge of pride.
'So what if countless people flocked around Lu Xize, adored him, and wanted to marry him? In the end, Mrs. Lu is me, Chu Yao.'
