Fu Cai never expected that the matter she didn't want Zhao Baoyan to know about would be assigned to him by Fu Shilv.
The summer weather was unpredictable. It was a bright sunny day when they arrived, but in just a short time, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared.
Raindrops pounded on the eaves with a loud noise. The window of the tea room was open, and the rain fell like a curtain, forming a line.
A delicate flowerpot on the windowsill hadn't been brought back in time and was bent over by the rain.
Zhao Baoyan stood up, and in the time it took to reach his hand out, the area around his bent elbow and sleeve was soaked.
He moved the flowerpot to the ground, and the muscles in his arms were clearly visible.
Fu Shilv lowered his gaze, watching until the man sat back in the chair.
"Caicai relies on you a lot."
Zhao Baoyan smiled slightly, "I rely on her a lot too, it's mutual."
From Fu Cai's reaction today, Fu Shilv could tell Zhao Baoyan treated her well on normal days.