Fu Xingzhou, towel-drying his hair, saw Ye Yan seated in front of the computer, searching for information about Nathan.
Even if Lin Yihang refused to back out, she had to try finding Nathan, despite the chances being nearly zero.
A hand reached out and snapped her laptop screen shut.
Ye Yan, already irritated, said, "Fu Xingzhou, can you please not mess around?"
"Begging for this, pleading for that, why not beg me?" He tossed the towel aside, under his black hair, his eyes were deeply set, "Forgot you still have a husband?"
He had flown back from inland, yet she didn't even bother to ask him a single question.
She'd rather beg those cats and dogs, not even mentioning him.
She was the pure and holy doctor, and he, the despicable and wicked gambler; she would love nothing more than to eternally sever ties with him, feeling the slightest touch was a bitter poison to her sanctity.
