Fu Xingbo's eyes narrowed slightly, and his crescent-moon shaped eyes did bear some resemblance to Fu Han's, but the gesture he made felt completely different from hers.
Every time Fu Han narrowed her eyes, she seemed like a lazy little fox, brimming with cleverness, extremely adorable; but Fu Xingbo... if one must find a similarity between him and a fox at this moment, it would definitely be that of a cunning, resolute leader within a pack of foxes, one who has everything under his control.
"I heard that Xia Guoxiong came to the hospital to beg you, even going so far as to kneel down dramatically before you?" Fu Xingbo said with no small amount of sarcasm, "So you softened your heart, thinking about forgiving them?"
His voice was extremely soft, as if it would disperse with a breath of wind, yet his enunciation was very clear, each word landing crisply in He Xing's ears.
