She was holding a Meituan bag in her hand.
Oh, he was holding it with a tissue at the spot.
**
After Zhuo Jian regained her senses, her heart involuntarily started racing again.
She didn't know why she felt guilty, she always felt like she had done something to wrong him.
Fu Yanye watched her coldly, seeing her lower her head and step aside, he then strode inside.
Zhuo Jian closed the door and followed him to the living room.
He set down the food and then sat down on her couch, vigorously unbuttoning his shirt.
Zhuo Jian noticed that his fingers were particularly nimble and quick, which in other words, meant he was very angry now.
Zhuo Jian was still very hungry, but seeing him sit there, she felt awkward about starting to eat right away, especially seeing him in that state, she whispered, "You couldn't have been downstairs all night, could you?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything but just got up and went to the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian turned and watched, her heart thumping wildly.
