The ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the pleasant atmosphere.
Fu Yisheng answered the call with a dark expression.
"Yong Qing, you'd better have something important!"
Hearing the murderous tone in his voice, Yong Qing laughed nervously,
Lu Qingqing had a mother who protected her cub, and a dad and uncle who protected their calf. Yong Qing didn't dare to tease her, but his good friend Fu Yisheng was fair game.
Although Fu Yisheng was born into wealth and privilege, he was approachable, and Yong Qing was not at all intimidated by him.
"Spit it out if you have something to say, fart if you need to!" Always as verbose as ever.
