Sixth Uncle, Fu Ji, was annoyed.

Cen Yan naturally took on the responsibility of accompanying her. The two of them sat in the chauffeur's car. The car's door was raised, and the atmosphere behind it was not very good.

Fu Ting carefully applied foundation to the bite marks on her neck in front of the mirror, trying to cover them up.

Her skin was delicate, and there were marks on it with a light touch. Cen Juan did not bite her lightly, and her bite marks did not disappear for several days.

Cen Juan leaned over and chuckled softly." I'll help you."

" It's all your fault." Fu Ting pushed him away angrily." You'll be done for if you get caught.""

Cen Juan said good-naturedly," It won't happen again."

Fu Ting pouted." There won't be a next time.""

Cen Juan rested his chin on his hand, his eyes dark. He had a laptop on his knees, and his fingers were tapping on the keyboard nonchalantly.

She looked as if she had Fu Ting firmly in her grasp.