Su Wanxin listened to his plan, nodded silently, but somehow felt uncertain inside.
Three months later, huh? She might already be dead and frying pancakes underground. Well, never mind, let's just take one step at a time.
The dinner ended at almost ten in the evening, and as the group left the hotel, they bumped into Fu Shili and Fu Shiyi who had also been dining there.
After exchanging a few words and greetings, the brothers departed. On the way home, Fu Shiyi's brows were furrowed with anger.
"Brother, what do you think Su Wanxin really means by this?"
She turned her head to look at Fu Shili, feeling a stifled sadness in her heart.
"She said she came back to anger us to death, and now I'm starting to believe she was serious!"
Fu Shili gripped the steering wheel with one hand and leaned his elbow against the car window, resting a hand on his forehead, a faint smile on his face.
"Getting angry with someone you don't care about, that's a first for me."
