When Fu Yu Sheng was under the suppressor doll, he might have been cold and unapproachable but he was more like a golden retriever, he didn't make people uncomfortable with his words he was more and less polite making people at ease with him but now he might be smiling but everyone could sense the barbs that were wrapped around his words, even Song Yan had to raise her hand and place a placating hand on her chihuahua who was on the verge of biting others.
As soon as her hand touched Fu Yu Sheng, the latter stiffened but he didn't pull away from her, he kept smiling and looked at her with a slight twist of his neck as he whispered, " I am not angry."
