Fu Jinghen had never rejected Wen Qiao in such a firm and decisive manner before.
Fu Jinghen: "He was making overtures to you right in front of me, and letting him in the door was already the biggest concession I could make."
That was indeed the case.
Had it not been for her sake, Lin Luang's provocation would have gotten him thrown out by Fu Jinghen long ago, and he wouldn't have been able to sit here unharmed.
She hadn't had the chance to reply to Fu Jinghen when another message from him came in.
Fu Jinghen: "You came up asking if I had done something to him, why don't you ask about me?"
This message was followed by an emoji of a dog with teary eyes looking wronged.
She didn't know if her associative capacities were too strong or what, but the more she looked at the emoji, the more it seemed to resemble Fu Jinghen.
Especially like that day when he grabbed her wrist and asked her not to go get the flowers Huo Mutian had given her.
