Rubbing his ear with a look of extreme annoyance, Lin Chuan sat on the sofa like a wronged little wife, gazing resentfully at Su Qingxue.
"Listen, Qingxue, could you try pulling a different ear next time? This one's about to grow calluses from your pulling."
Su Qingxue held a tablet in one hand to check financial news while holding a cup of hot milk in the other.
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