"Come on, explain this to me clearly." Fu Xingzhou turned her face toward him again, his tone had calmed down now, "It's true I went inland for Nangong Yan's touring art exhibit, but which eye of yours saw me sleeping with her?"
Damn it, he was strong, but he wasn't meant to take the blame.
Ye Yan didn't want to be outdone, at least not in terms of eye contact, she couldn't lose.
"Nangong Yan posted on Facebook, Russell's famous paintings, wouldn't Mr. Fu be interested?"
Fu Xingzhou could be sure that Nangong Yan would never dare to expose his information on a public platform, but Ye Yan's tone was so certain.
His moment of hesitation appeared as guilt in Ye Yan's eyes.
"What about now, remember something?"
Fu Xingzhou: …
"That photo's bottom left corner, there appeared Mr. Fu's hand," Ye Yan scoffed coldly, "Presidential suite, alone with a woman, am I just spouting nonsense? If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."
Hand?
