Fu Jinghen seemed to have caught Wen Qiao's "give a little color and open a dye workshop" syndrome. When he heard Wen Qiao's spoiled and unreasonable words, he subconsciously wanted to retort, "Did I say I follow you?"
Just as the words were about to slip out, his rationale surged back, pulling him back from the brink of a cliff.
Fu Jinghen could imagine that the second he said those words, Wen Qiao would immediately hang up the phone and send him a complete block package.
Fu Jinghen remembered that not long ago, Feng Li said he had changed, that he started to tease and joke around.
Actually, his temperament wasn't too silent, but he certainly wasn't the type to flirt or jest.
Since his childhood when he learned his mother had died in childbirth having him, he had always carried a trace of guilt. Sometimes, seeing Mr. Fu flip through his mother's photos, his heart would sour.
