Fu Yanye left, but Ruxiang collapsed against the wall and onto the floor.
What did his last words mean?
Did he plan to continue wasting time with Zhuo Jian?
Suddenly, Ruxiang wondered why she hadn't died yet.
Was that woman really that lucky?
——
When Fu Yanye got home, he still sent a video call to Zhuo Jian, who glanced at it, hesitating whether or not to answer.
Ouyang Ping, her face covered with a mask, walked past her room and, seeing this, answered for her. She said, "There's nothing to hesitate about. After all, with this distance between you, even if you anger him, he can't reach through the phone to hit you."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye, on the other end of the screen, naturally heard Ouyang Ping's words as well.
So Ouyang Ping immediately disappeared.
Only she was left in the room, with the phone, and the man inside it.
Fu Yanye, freshly out of the shower, lay in bed watching her. Seeing her eyes looking heavy, he couldn't help asking, "Didn't sleep well?"
