Frowning his delicate and long brows, Qi Jin looked at Fu min with a cold expression and spat out two words.
"Get out."
It was very boring.
Fu Shang pretended not to hear him and inched toward Qi Jin with small steps. Then, he carefully reached out and tugged at the corner of Qi Jin's shirt.
Seeing that Qi Jin didn't have any reaction, she became a little bolder. She moved along the corner of his clothes and probed, holding the man's slender and pale hand.
"Don't be angry ..."
Fu Shang mumbled in a soft voice.
Qi Jin was facing Fu Xun with his body turned sideways. When he felt his hand being held, he reflexively retracted his hand and pushed her away.
Because she was wearing high heels, Fu Shang lost her balance and fell down. Her arm hit the corner of the cabinet, and there was a big bruise. She fell to the ground.
Fu Shang didn't say a word, he lowered his head and covered his arm with his hand.
The bedroom was eerily silent.
