Fu Ting looked at the two men in boxing gloves with a confused expression.
Cen Juan walked past her and looked up at her. His thin lips curled up slightly, and his voice was always low and pleasant." Why aren't you cheering for me?""
Fu Tingte thought about it seriously for a moment, then made a fist gesture." Good luck.""
".."Cen Juan couldn't help but laugh. Why was she so cute? His voice was gentle and lazy as he said," I can't hear you. I have to speak closer."
Like a gentleman, he leaned his upper body toward Fu Ting.
Fu Ting cheered him on in his ear. Just as she was about to step back, he quickly pressed his lips against hers and kissed her on the lips.
Fu Ting was speechless.
He knew this would happen!
The man chuckled casually and happily." This is the correct way to cheer for your brother.""
Fu Ting wanted to scratch him. There were so many people watching, and Fifth Uncle was right in front of her. Could this man be more reserved?
