Fu Jingyu always thought he was capable of anything, and even if there was something he couldn't do, he could learn it—but sewing? That really was proving too challenging.
What kind of genius was Gu Chonglin to be able to learn even this?
Fu Jingyu came downstairs and stood beside Ye Fanxing. "Are you talking bad about me again?"
He firmly denied that he wasn't as capable as Gu Chonglin.
After all, in his wife's eyes, he had to be the best!
Ye Fanxing jumped at his sudden appearance, looking at him with a bit of guilt. "Not at all!"
Saying he couldn't sew shouldn't count as talking bad about him, should it?
Fu Jingyu glanced at Gu Chonglin and said, "You came late, huh?"
Gu Chonglin had only come today, whereas Fu Jingyu's birthday was yesterday.
Gu Chonglin smiled and said, "Sorry, I had some business and couldn't leave. I'll drink a good round with you tonight."