Her candid attitude influenced Fu Han, who decided to also clear up the mysteries in her heart. Having finally come this far, she couldn't just condemn someone without asking anything.
By the time He Xing returned, Fu Han had already taken off the pretty but discomforting evening gown, bathed, removed her makeup, and changed into a comfortable set of home clothes.
After knocking, Fu Han let him in. As she helped him take off his coat, she asked, "Have all the guests left?"
"They've all left. Uncle Zhou is arranging for some cleanup over there, so I came back first," He Xing explained, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of a well-defined collarbone.
Fu Han's face felt slightly warm, so she quickly turned away, not looking at He Xing, "It's late; you should go back and sleep."
"I can't yet, I still haven't given you your gift." He Xing fumbled in his suit pocket and pulled out a keychain with a car key hanging from it.
