Lan Yaqin's grip was so strong that Fu Yu 'an turned his head to the side. A clear handprint appeared on his cold face.
Ever since he was young, Fu Yu 'an had to do what Lan Yaqin wanted him to do. If he did not do well, Lan Yaqin would either beat him or scold him. It was called a good man under a stick.
Fu Yu 'an had been beaten many times. Compared to the mental pain, the physical pain was nothing.
But this time…
The man licked the corner of his lips and refuted his mother's words seriously for the first time." Xiao Ting is not a cheap girl."
"What did you say?" Lan Yaqin's voice suddenly rose, sharp and ear-piercing. Her eyes were burning with anger." You're actually speaking for Fu Ting? What do you mean?"
Fu Yu 'an forcefully swallowed the fishy taste in his mouth. The tip of his tongue moved in his mouth, trying hard to find the sweetness he tasted. He said in a low and hoarse voice," She's the best.""
