"You agreed?" Fu Xingbo glanced at Fu Han, his gaze more teasing than serious.
He Xing's confession from last night started playing in Fu Han's mind again. It was a sheer imposition of feelings; where was the chance for her to refuse? But then again, she had never considered anyone but He Xing.
Thinking this, Fu Han nodded and honestly said, "Yes, Uncle, I agreed."
"Then, He Xing, you should hurry back and focus on your work. In some time, we'll also return home. I'll meet with Old Master He then, and we can talk about your tumultuous love story," said Fu Xingbo as he rolled up the car window, giving them no further chance to speak.
He Xing switched to holding Fu Han's hand, leading her towards the entrance with deliberate steps, Liang Tao following behind them, perfectly embodying the term 'third wheel.'
Just before boarding, He Xing kissed Fu Han's forehead, reluctant to part: "Take good care of yourself; I'll wait for your return."
