"…how do you feel about it?" Su Zhe turned his head, only to see Su Lu gazing blankly out the window.
They had stopped at a red light, so he reached over and snapped his fingers near Su Lu's ear.
"Huh?" Su Lu came back to her senses, "What? What happened?"
"What happened, I should be asking you that," Su Zhe frowned as he looked at her, "Why are you so distracted?"
"Oh, just… a bit tired." Su Lu didn't elaborate, simply offering a smile as she asked, "What were you saying? I wasn't listening carefully, sorry."
Su Zhe was usually patient with her, unlike how he would have reacted if Zhao Tong had been so absent-minded during their conversation; he would have inevitably flicked him on the back of his head.
But when it was Su Lu, Su Zhe merely glared at her briefly before repeating what he had said earlier with good temper.
He planned to accept the inheritance from Su Yukan.
Su Lu had no objections, nodding, "You're his only son, if not you, who else would inherit it?"
