"Fu Yanye, you are simply a devil!"
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian's heartbeat skipped half a beat before she stood up and scolded him.
The unwavering confidence in Fu Yanye's eyes made her feel that no matter where she hit him, it would bounce back onto herself. She began pacing in front of the table and then furiously glared at him with her clear, large eyes.
Fu Yanye remained seated as steady as Mount Tai, his tall, handsome figure flawless.
Even his cold eyes at that moment made one can't help but marvel at how the world could have such beautifully crafted eyes.
"Sit down and finish the dumplings."
Fu Yanye straightened his erect back, commanding in a low voice as he picked up a spoon.
Zhuo Jian, seeing him still so composed, exploded, "Let whoever loves them eat them; this young lady doesn't care for them."
"Zhuo Jian! Don't force me to get rough!"
From the corner of his eyes, Fu Yanye saw her figure intending to leave from one side.
She walked away resolutely.