Shen Wenyue ran off quickly, not giving Lu Qingqing a chance to react, so naturally she didn't catch her.
Seeing Lu Qingqing first looking at herself with wary eyes, and then taking a few steps back, about to run away, Fu Yisheng, who was slowly approaching, couldn't help but hold his forehead.
Was he really that frightening?
"Qingqing, can we talk?"
After hearing his words, Lu Qingqing hesitated for a moment and then, gritting her teeth, agreed.
It was time to properly reject him.
Minutes later, the two were sitting in the living room of Lu Qingqing's house, on the coffee table were two steaming glass cups, the tender green tea leaves undulating in the hot water, just like Lu Qingqing's current mood.
Silence spread through the hall.
Fu Yisheng was the first to break the stillness, earnestly saying, "Qingqing, I am serious. I hope you can accept my pursuit."
Lu Qingqing didn't feel honored at all, her face full of distress, "Mr. Fu, you and I are really not suitable."
