The moment she saw them, she felt discomfort in all her organs.
At this moment, Su Wanxin was certain that Cheng Yao's identity was unknown to Fu Shihan and Fu Shiyi. Perhaps... she was someone Grandpa had secretly arranged to be by Fu Shihan's side.
She pushed Fu Shihan away, only to have her wrist reflexively grabbed by him.
Fu Shihan, holding her wrist so delicate it seemed it could snap with a little force, felt her warmth and had no intention of letting go.
She wore makeup today, not the usual light makeup for work, but noticeably heavier.
Her outfit was not formal either, but a haute couture gown, provocative yet sweet.
Fu Shihan gazed at her intently for a few moments, then slowly loosened his grip, his throat moved, and he turned and quickly walked away.
He needed to cool down; if he continued looking, he feared he couldn't restrain himself.
Watching his hurried retreat, Su Wanxin slowly withdrew her gaze and stopped Cheng Yao, saying, "Let's talk."
