Xiang Ling'an lay on the ground, staring at Fu Yanhe with an expressionless face, "No, what do you mean by this?"
Xiang Ling'an gritted his teeth and climbed up from the ground, "Even if I was slow in coming, you shouldn't have hit me right away when you got angry, should you?"
Fu Yanhe glanced at him expressionlessly, ignored him, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on the milk Gu Yingxi was holding.
He walked towards Gu Yingxi, while Xiang Ling'an watched him with furrowed brows, also noticing something different about Fu Yanhe.
He blocked Fu Yanhe's path, "Mr. Fu, what's the matter with you? Why aren't you speaking?"
Fu Yanhe, expressionless, simply raised his fist and swung it directly towards his face.
Xiang Ling'an's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly dodged.
Fu Yanhe's fist missed, but he ignored it and continued walking forward.
Gu Yingxi noticed his gaze on her hand, and understood immediately,
She passed the milk over, "Is it the milk? Here, take it."
