"You already said it was before. Can't I go back on my word now?"
Fu Pei raised his head and snorted. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked like a seductive ruffian.
Fu Ting frowned." Dad, you can't go back on your word.""
The corners of Fu Pei's lips twitched. He lowered his head slightly and sat with his back against the light. The light and shadow cut two dividing lines on his body. Half of his eyebrows were hidden in the shadows, but the half-lit and half-dark light made him look even more exquisite.
After a few seconds, he said arrogantly," If you can go back on your word, why can't I?"
Fu Ting was stunned.
