In Fu Yichen's heart, there had long been a hierarchy between them, but he dared not offend Xun Lu, a woman so emotionally unstable, at this moment. He could only stick to the principle of offending neither: "Why even compare you two? You're not even of the same type, each has their merits, I guess..."
His response dissatisfied Xun Lu, who suddenly grabbed his shirtfront: "You think she's younger than me, don't you? Hasn't everyone been young before? Give it ten years, and she'll be just like me! All you men are the same, always picking the younger ones!"
Fu Yichen got caught in the crossfire, even though it was the entanglement between Xun Lu, Zuo Xingyun, and Xiang Wan that was to blame.
He gave a dry laugh, not daring to speak again.
Xun Lu did not turn hostile; instead, she suddenly fixed a gaze on him that seemed to drift away.
As a man who had been through numerous romantic entanglements, Fu Yichen immediately sensed something was amiss.
