Fu Ting suddenly felt a chill on her back after she hung up the phone. She turned around and met Cen Juan's meaningful eyes. When she got up, he quickly stretched out his long legs and blocked her way." Where are you going?""
Fu Wen heard that the man's usually undisciplined eyes had a hint of coldness, and even his amorous fox-like eyes were filled with a terrifying gloominess.
Fu Ting licked her dry lips." I'm going out for a while.""
"Are you going to look for him?"
Cen Juan's face was expressionless. He did not seem to mind at all, but only he knew that he was so jealous that he could not hold back his image.
His heart felt as if it had been cut by a sharp knife. It was filled with burning flames, and the burning was unbearable.
Fu Ting did not know how to read people's minds. Seeing that his expression was normal, she nodded obediently.
