Although he knew that Qinghuang came to see him with ulterior motives.
He wouldn't be sarcastic to others. He disliked Qinghuang's concealment and her ulterior motives for approaching him.
But for what was to come, so that Qinghuang would step into the trap Lu Xiaoyou had already set, Feng Zheyu would let her stay by his side, ignoring her was enough.
"Zheyu..."
Qinghuang's hand suddenly fell on the back of Feng Zheyu's hand, and he immediately withdrew his hand.
He did not like such sudden touches.
Feng Zheyu stood up from the chair, and Qinghuang just happened to be kneeling in front of him, as he stood up, Qinghuang fell backward, landing on her backside, and the cup of water in her other hand was also knocked over.
The warm water from the glass splashed onto her thighs.
Seeing her embarrassing state, Feng Zheyu eventually extended his hand to her.
Qinghuang looked at Feng Zheyu's outstretched hand, her heart trembling.
