Su Ran reached out to take the cup, took a couple of sips, and then Qi Yuan reached out and took it back, capping the lid.
Su Ran was just about to say something when, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed a black spot on the man's cuff.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she grabbed the man's right wrist, gently rubbing the spot on his cuff. The black spot had completely dried.
"How did your sleeve get dirty? Is this ink?"
Qi Yuan glanced down at the mark on his cuff and then clasped Su Ran's hand in his, his expression indifferent as if he didn't care at all.
"Mm."
"How did you get ink on you?"
Qi Yuan's tone was quite justified, "The pen is of poor quality."
Qin Feng, gripping the steering wheel, gave a small shudder and looked towards the back seat through the rearview mirror at the completely unperturbed man.
The pen is of poor quality?
Heh heh!
Yes, for it to be broken by you, the quality must indeed be poor!
