But he didn't.
He had been waiting, waiting for her to open up to him, waiting for the day when she would truly accept him.
Wen Cheng gradually felt the kindness of such a man.
Therefore, Wen Cheng did not reject Fu Ling's suggestion.
Her silence meant that she had tacitly agreed to his suggestion.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fu Ling didn't refuse.
His eyes flashed with joy.
He was originally in a terrible mood, but now that she didn't object, that joy seemed to flow out of his limbs and bones.
Fu Ling walked briskly into the villa with Wen Cheng in his arms.
The two of them had just arrived at the door when Wen Cheng saw three servants standing at the door, bowing and greeting them.
"Mr. Fu, miss Wen, Wanwan."
Fu Ling carried Wen Cheng and stopped in front of the three of them.
He introduced them to Wen Cheng one by one.
These three people each had their own duties.
