Ye Fanxing was staring at her cell phone, not looking up, her emotions in turmoil.
Fu Jingyu's hand suddenly reached over, landing on her head, and he said gently, "Don't worry, I have asked someone to handle those messages. Let's go have dinner."
Even if she hadn't seen it, once he did, he couldn't sit idle and ignore it.
His attitude eased the tension in Ye Fanxing's expression.
Ye Fanxing walked over, sat on his lap, and leaned into his arms, "Uncle, you are so nice."
Looking at her clingy, kitten-like behavior, Fu Jingyu snorted nonchalantly, "Even if I'm good, what does it matter? You still deceive me when you want to."
"I won't dare in the future." Ye Fanxing promised, "I won't deceive you next time."
Alas, the point was she found out, that every time she tried to deceive him, she could never succeed.
He always seemed to know everything.
Ye Fanxing seriously suspected that Fu Jingyu had an extra eye on her behind her back.