Green?
Fu Sichen wanted to laugh in Wang Youquan's face.
"So reflective?" With a single move, he shook off Wang Youquan's hand and said with sarcasm, "Why? Have you been two-timed so much that it has become a habit?"
Wang Youquan, the loser, had nothing to say.
By that point, the Persian cat had noticed their presence. He turned to glance at Fu Sichen with curiosity.
Wasn't he supposed to be filming? Why was the man home so early?
Without meaning to, Pei Zhen gave a meow. Fu Sichen walked up to him with a smile that concealed his jealousy. "If I didn't come home, I wouldn't have found out that you made a new friend. You even brought her home? Must be a very close friend."
Pei Zhen did not reply.
For some reason, what Fu Sichen said didn't feel quite right. Pei Zhen could detect some underlying resentment, but it was only for a fleeting moment.
