Beauty Wen, who had been tricked into coming here, was unhappy. He was emitting a low pressure. He slammed the teacup in his hand on the table, making a loud sound.
The clear tea water splashed out.
Fu Shang, who was in the middle of picking out a pretty girl, put down the painting in his hand and looked at Zhong Yue, he raised his eyebrows and said, ""You don't seem to be in a good mood, and you don't look well."
Fu Shang pretended to be deep in thought and comforted her, ""Now the weather is gradually turning hot. Is it because you have a bad appetite today?"
Wen Xian was speechless.
Don't you have any idea why I look so bad?
The beauty tried her best to suppress the anger in her heart and showed a perfect smile to Fu min. Her smile was straight and her eyes were dark, making one's hair stand on end, ""So, why did Your Majesty ask me to come?"
