An apple flew straight towards his head, startling Han Chenyang so much that he leapt from his seat.
"Wait, wait, wait, let me be clear, I do love you, but it's the deep love of brotherhood, without any other mix of emotions. I still like girls."
"Please, I love girls. Girls are so nice, soft and fragrant. Why would I want a guy, ugh!"
"Fu Sitian, don't look at me like that. I have no choice, do I?"
"Mr. Fu, please don't be angry," Xiaocheng walked behind Han Chenyang, trying to console him, "If you want to vent, then let's do this, I'll hold him and you can throw a few punches." As soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed Han Chenyang.
"Mr. Fu, come on, hit him."
"Xiaocheng! You wait!" Han Chenyang was restrained and couldn't move, only able to glare at him with resentful eyes.
But the dreaded punch never fell. Instead, Fu Sitian's look signaled Xiaocheng to let him go.
Shaken, Han Chenyang sat back down in his seat.
