Huo Jingting couldn't be bothered with him and instead turned to look at the woman beside him, "Where are those skills you used to smash me in bed last night, how come you're so easily bullied now?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "in bed," inevitably leading one's thoughts astray.
Fu Lingfeng was instantly provoked, only then noticing the white gauze bandaged around Huo Jingting's head. He narrowed his eyes, a cold tone revealing a dangerous intent, "Were you with him last night?"
The question was clearly directed at Gu Nanqiao.
His fingers tightened, repeatedly increasing the force in his grip. In pain and unable to break free, she said, "Let go of me first."
"I'm asking you a question!" Fu Lingfeng roared, his expression growing increasingly ferocious, showing that he was on the verge of exploding, "Gu Nanqiao, were you with him last night?"
"Yes, but it's not what you think…" She instinctively wanted to explain, but she found herself unable to finish.
