Fu Sitian had hardly finished speaking when he heard Jiang Lin suddenly sob in his arms, followed by a whine.
"Who told you?" Her voice was muffled, hinting at her still very gloomy mood.
"Situ Duan." Although reluctant to admit it, Fu Sitian nonetheless mentioned the name with evident reluctance.
Jiang Lin was indeed surprised, "That blockhead?"
"Yes, that blockhead."
"The same blockhead who screws up matchmaking sessions? Who's never dated?" Jiang Lin asked uncertainly once more.
Fu Sitian's nod shook Jiang Lin to her core, so much that she forgot her current psychological state.
After a while, she mumbled, "Then, you should learn from him."
Fu Sitian: "...…"
Bowing his head, he planted a fierce kiss on the woman's forehead and said, "Considering your bad mood, I won't hold this personal attack against you."
Jiang Lin didn't speak, but rubbed against his embrace like a kitten, very gently, as if to please and to soothe.
