Click!
The door creaked open, and Wang Xiao, who'd been idly flicking his watch, looked up with a casual "Hey—"
The word froze on his lips.
In the doorway stood Fu Yuxin, her eyes sharp as daggers, lips pressed in a tight line. She hadn't changed much—smooth, pale skin framed by dark, flowing hair, dressed in a simple black sleeveless top that hugged her figure and a pair of fitted jeans. She looked effortlessly stunning, but her gaze was anything but welcoming.
Right now, that icy stare was directed squarely at him.
There was a charged silence. Memories he hadn't wanted to relive rushed back unbidden—the night seven years ago. Her anger clearly hadn't faded. If anything, it seemed sharper.
"I told you!" Zhenxi's triumphant voice broke the tension, completely oblivious to the mood. "Daddy's really here!"
