It was really an exercise in tolerance.
After he had typed the words 'I will be responsible', Fu Sichen still didn't trust him and insisted on taking a screenshot. And as if looking at it once wasn't enough, Fu Sichen looked at the screenshot repeatedly. Observing his behavior, Pei Zhen was sure that if it weren't for the fact that wall notices were things of an ancient past, he would have turned the screenshot into one of those.
Pei Zhen was emotionally drained.
News continued to pop up. "What happened to Daddy?""Is there any news on Daddy?""Any gossips on Daddy?" filled up Xiao Nian's computer screen.
Pei Zhen was terribly annoyed. "Ask again, and that's it."
Neither did he feel like playing online games. Devastated, he closed the Apple laptop and leaped off the chair to head out.
"Wait a minute." Fu Sichen's drawl came from behind. "Where are you going?"
Pei Zhen turned around and looked at him gloomily.
