Song Yan slid inside the passenger's seat, as Fu Yu Sheng fastened his seatbelt, she shot him a quick glance wondering from where he learned all those sneaky moves but when Fu Yu Sheng turned his head sideways, she immediately turned around and looked ahead. Of course, she was caught since she heard a deep masculine chuckle coming from beside her.
" So, what happened in the mall just now? And don't say it was nothing because I am smarter than that Yan'er," said Fu Yu Sheng as he gunned the engine and pulled his Bentley out of the parking lot.
Song Yan did not control her urge to roll her eyes and pasted a fake smile as she spoke in a gushing voice, " Of course you are smart, who said you aren't? I am like so blessed to have a husband who is so smart yet doesn't understand such a simple thing that he needs to come home once every week, not once every year."
He glanced at her lightly. " Was that sarcasm, Mrs Fu?"
