As Wang Deming moved outside the shop. His hand always stayed on Jiang Xiurong's waist as he escorted her outside. During the whole time his eyes never left her as he has forgotten about the existence of his friend, Fuhua.
Fuhua calmly followed behind them like a lost puppy who did not know how to make his owner notice him. He did not interfere with the couple nor disturbed them. He just continued eating the dog food that the sweet couple in front of him spreaded without considering the feelings of a single dog like himself.
As they continued walking, Fuhua turned his head to look at the back of Jiang Xiurong. Though he had known her for many years, today was the first time they had shared a conversation with each other.
From childhood, he was friends with Xueqin. Since his friend hated her, he naturally never took any initiative in talking to her or getting to know her.
