After he finished, he abruptly stepped back.
Clapping his hands and tilting his head to laugh, he said, "No more fighting, it's not fun, I also can't bully you right? Otherwise, my sweetheart will be mad at me."
Fu Chi stopped, withdrew his fists, the expression on his face unchanged.
He didn't suffer any loss, as for pleasing...
"Consider it settled." He nodded, saying so lightly.
"No problem."
Bo Qingyu glanced thoughtfully at the man's neckline while his eyes smiled charmingly, "Mr. Fu, you still need some practice."
"Is that so?"
Fu Chi didn't respond.
He didn't seem to agree with Bo Qingyu's words.
"I've had enough fun, I should go now, there's a beauty waiting for me at home."
Bo Qingyu massaged his neck, seemingly in a good mood.
After saying this, he turned around and left.
Playing a small prank isn't overdone, right?
Isn't it an eye for an eye?
Just a few steps away, he suddenly paused.
