Joan Harry shrugged off his hand, unwilling to talk to him.
Jesse Rowan thought that the reason why a beauty was considered a beauty was that she looked beautiful whether smiling, angry, or losing her temper.
It's just that he had never seen Joan Harry smiling.
Would she look even more beautiful when she smiled since she was so good-looking even when angry?
Thinking this, Jesse Rowan actually started to look forward to it.
Jesse Rowan followed Joan Harry around, pouring her tea.
"Can you just fuck off?" Joan Harry was really annoyed with him, seriously annoyed, with disdain clear in the depths of her eyes, "I don't want to see you. Since you want me to think for a few days, then stay out of my sight during these days."
"That won't do." Young Mr. Rowan didn't agree and shook his head, "I can only agree not to touch you, but we still have to stick together. Hm... How about I take you to see the lanterns tonight?"
