"Good, good."
Fu Tingyu repeated these two words and walked away with Qin Shu's hand in his.
Qin Shu followed Fu Tingyu's lead and put the pretty girl out of her mind.
As they strolled away from the Ferris wheel, Fu Tingyu reached into his pocket and sent Ye Luo a message through his phone.
The pretty girl stared at the man's stalwart back with hearts in her eyes. She could not suppress the joy that bubbled in her chest. Grabbing her good friend's hand, she inquired breathlessly, "Did you hear that? He asked for my name!"
A chill ran down her friend's spine. "But why do I feel like he's very angry?"
The pretty girl was still immersed in her love-sick fantasy that she failed to consider the circumstances objectively, "Was he, now? He could not have been. He asked for my name."
