"City Lord, if Fu Xing dares to come, should we..." His subordinate made a throat-slitting gesture.
"No need."
Lin Cheng was angry but wouldn't lose his rationality. "Let's go and meet this newly risen power of the Empire."
...
On the skyway, Fu Xing held Lin Fu tightly, burying his handsome face in the crook of her shoulder, murmuring hoarsely, "Ah Foo, come back with me, okay?"
"I..." Lin Fu hesitated, her mind was in turmoil. Her heart wanted to agree, but her brain refused.
"Ah Foo." Fu Xing held her even tighter, as if he sensed that he was about to lose his most cherished treasure and didn't want to let go for even a second. He was prepared to resort to any means necessary to keep Ah Foo by his side.
"I've thought a lot these days. There are still so many gifts I haven't had the chance to give you, and the butler is still waiting for you to return. Have you forgotten? We agreed that once your competition was over, we'd go back to Fengdi."
