Fu Chenlie heard her words, and a trace of surprise flickered in his usually calm eyes.
He curled his lips into a smile, turned back to her side, and looked down at her from above. His slightly raised tone carried a hint of amusement: "Scold you? Do I even dare to scold you now?"
"Why not?"
"Your temper's worse than anyone's. If I scolded you, wouldn't you just give me the cold shoulder? In the end, I'd still have to go out of my way to coax you—exhausting."
Wen Ran, "..."
He made it sound like she was completely unreasonable.
The man gazed at her as she lightly pressed her lips together and steered the topic further back, "What do you want to tell me?"
As Wen Ran thought about what she was about to say, her eyes couldn't help but mist over.
The expensive ring, the only object the two of them shared, the couple's item that belonged exclusively to them—it was his first gift to her...