"Is it not obvious?"
Lin Fu was nearly choked and said through gritted teeth, "Obvious, very obvious."
"Let's go, downstairs to eat."
"Oh!"
"Fu Xing, I feel like having hotpot."
"The kind from Gourmet Restaurant?" Fu Xing frowned, "That would require special preparation, Count Ingrid's Mansion definitely doesn't have it, but the butler had already prepared it aboard the Asgard beforehand. Tomorrow, once we board the Asgard, you'll be able to enjoy it."
"Are we returning to Capital Star?"
"Of course, I came to pick you up." Fu Xing said casually, yet when he held Lin Fu's hand, he unconsciously tightened his grip, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry, how is it now?" Fu Xing quickly cupped her hand in his palms and gently rubbed it, "Does it still hurt?"
