Lin Fu gazed deeply at Fu Xing and then sneakily shot a glance at Han Shuang. Although her motion wasn't obvious, it was still detected, and even Han Shuang, the subject of her look, realized it, his handsome face flushing red as he uncomfortably scratched his head.
Lin Qingfeng looked as if he had seen a ghost. Could it be that scoundrel Han Shuang could actually blush?
"Hmm?" Fu Xing's tone rose at the end, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he rapidly recalled Han Shuang's profile in his mind and couldn't help but laugh sardonically.
It turned out that he might have lost a fiancée, but his little wife had several potential fiancés waiting, just biding their time to be chosen by her once she came of age.
That was damn infuriating!
Even when under Fu Xing's gaze, Han Shuang didn't cower but instead adopted a proud demeanor.
This made Fu Xing quite angry, and for some reason, he bent down and gave Lin Fu a quick kiss, "Let's go, don't waste time here."
"Wait!"
