"Your hands…" An looked at Lu Yan's hands and was at a loss for words.
"Oh. Coarse skin. I can't help it." Lu Yan smiled indifferently.
"How did you get it?"
"I was born with it."
An: "…"
He felt defeated and speechless at her blatant lie.
"Where do you want to go? Shall I drive you back to South Hill Manor?" An asked.
"It's early. Let's go and have lunch to thank you for rescuing me." Lu Yan took the passenger seat and grinned.
"I'll have lunch with you, but you must promise me one thing first."
"Whoa. You dare to bargain with me with the threat of not having lunch with me? Are you tired of living?" Lu Yan looked at An, finding the situation quite funny.
"I don't care. If you don't agree, I won't have lunch with you." An was determined.
"Okay, okay. Tell me what you want me to promise."
"Can you promise me not to fight with people?" An looked at Lu Yan helplessly.
Lu Yan: "…"