However, when Fu Jingyu heard the name Huo Zhendong, his face darkened.
Cold night, Fanxing...
Huo Zhendong intentionally chose such a name to make Fu Jingyu uncomfortable.
Fu Jingyu sat down and did not speak.
Ye Fanxing saw him sitting there, his hair still dripping wet. He didn't care, and she put down her phone, crawled over, knelt beside him, and began to wipe his hair, "Uncle?"
Why wasn't he responding to her?
Ye Fanxing's movements were gentle as she wiped his hair, and Fu Jingyu remained silent, his thoughts unknown.
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After Ye Fanxing finished drying his hair, she looked at him, "If you're tired, go to sleep!"
She stood up and took the towel back to the bathroom.
When she returned, she saw Fu Jingyu sitting there, looking at her with a complex expression.
Ye Fanxing raised her lips slightly, walked over to him, and hugged him, "Time to sleep! Time to sleep! It's really cold out tonight!"