"Do you think that just because your last name is Fu, you're some sort of parrot? 'Yeah, yeah, yeah,' is all you say, can't you speak something else?"
Qi Ming was right: Wen Qiao is the kind of person who's "gentle if you're gentle, but I'll outdo you if you act tough in front of me." Yet, in front of Fu Jinghen, there's another dimension—"I'll coax you if you're mad, but only for three rounds at most; if you don't relent, then it's your turn to coax me."
Wen Qiao was somewhat annoyed by Fu Jinghen's impervious attitude, as if saying "no matter what you do, I'm still absorbed in my own sorrow." She initially wanted to shake off his hand, but after thinking about it, she gave up on that idea and instead twisted his arm.
Passersby glanced over at the scene with curious and probing eyes, wondering what might have happened between them.
