Mischief

Faced with Fu Jie's question, other than shaking his head, what else could Lu Chen have?

Fu Jie sighed. You must hate me. You... You don't have to admit it.

I don't hate you. I've never hated you. Although sometimes, there are indeed some … He didn't quite get it. But I can't hate it! Because in my heart, you are always the most perfect.

Fu Jie's mouth twitched: "I …" I'm not perfect at all. You judge me like this, let me... It makes me ashamed.

Lu Chen said excitedly, "Fu Jie, let us..."

Just as he was about to express his inner feelings, Fu Jie's phone suddenly rang.

Fu Jie took out his phone and looked at it, then hesitated for a moment.

'Who? ' Lu Chen asked casually.

It was Manager Bao.

It's this f * cking dog again! At critical moments, this dog always messed up his own good fortune!