"Come back?" Fu Han raised an eyebrow, glancing in the direction of Room 2502, "Boss He, it seems like you've returned to the wrong place, haven't you?"
He Xing smiled nonchalantly, "I can go back now, but are you sure you want me to leave right this moment?"
"You!" Fu Han was at a loss for words, genuinely speechless.
She knew if He Xing left now, the paparazzi waiting outside her door would immediately upload their pictures online, which would be tantamount to indirectly admitting the rumors on the internet.
Watching Fu Han's cute frustration, He Xing felt his mood lighten. He braced his hand on the coffee table, leaned in, and pinched Fu Han's cheek, "So, were you scared today?"
"Stop pinching my face, it's already big," Fu Han muttered as she dodged him and rubbed her cheeks which were not painful but burning, pretending to be calm.
