That was quite a statement.
Chen Yao's fingers flicked open the cigarette case. He took one out and handed it to Lu Siyuan with both hands, his eyes crinkling in a smile.
"Do you need me to personally light a cigarette for you, and then sit here properly to listen to what you have to say?"
At first hearing, Chen Yao's words seemed quite ordinary, but upon closer thought, there was a layer of deep meaning that somewhat carried the sarcasm of, 'Are you questioning me?'
Lu Siyuan's heart skipped a beat, and her hand froze.
Don't go against Zhou Luchen and Chen Yao. That was taboo.
Whatever they believed to be true, regardless of whether it was right or wrong, to argue was undoubtedly to stand in opposition and contradict them.
"That's not what I mean. We've known each other for so long, and we've hung out together for so long. Of course, I know Brother Yao isn't someone who can't tell right from wrong."
Chen Yao nodded, "Hmm."
