Fu Jingyu lowered his head and cooed in her ear, "It's my fault for causing trouble for our precious one. If I knew you weren't angry, I wouldn't have gone to your company."
"What a pity!" Ye Fanxing teased, "If you hadn't come, how would you know that there's a girl in our company who likes you?"
Thinking about him flirting with that girl, Ye Fanxing became incredibly pissed.
She had been feeling a bit down because of Zhao Jiaqi anyway, and he was just adding fuel to the fire—absolutely outrageous and so excessive!
Fu Jingyu looked at her and, unable to suppress a smile, asked, "Who was the one who refused to talk to me?"
"So you did it on purpose." Ye Fanxing frowned, "I think you've really turned bad. The old 'uncle' wouldn't dare to bully me like this. Do you not love me anymore?"
The last question caught Fu Jingyu by surprise. Did she not know whether he loved her or not?
How could he possibly not love her?