"Is it just because of this?" Fu Yi clearly didn't believe his lame lie.
Cui Jiangjing had agreed not to tell anyone about Li Shengxiao's secret marriage to Rong Yan, so of course he couldn't reveal it. Worried about Fu Yi prying further, he quickly pushed him forward, talking as they walked, "What else could it be? Come on, I'm not your prisoner, don't treat me like you're interrogating a suspect! Let's go, aren't you curious why he's in a bad mood? Just ask him!"
"What's the use of having a mouth on your face if you don't use it?"
To dodge Fu Yi's questioning, he swiftly pushed him over to the side of the distinguished and dashing man, and blatantly asked, "Shengxiao, Fu Yi wants to know why you're in a bad mood."
Fu Yi, "..."
What should he do if he wanted to flush this noisy parrot down the toilet?
Hiding his embarrassment, Fu Yi picked a gun that suited him and returned to Li Shengxiao's side, calmly saying, "I'll join you for a round."
