Su Wanxin couldn't help but curse Zhan Che a few times in her heart when she thought of the last time she saw Fu Shihan at the banquet with him.
Useless teammate, coward, really causing trouble.
"So what if it's true?" Su Wanxin defiantly retorted, "He may be a bit timid, but I like him regardless."
This was the second time she'd boldly declared her fondness for another man in front of Fu Shihan. Though Su Wanxin appeared calm on the surface after speaking, she was actually quite panicked inside.
Recalling the fate of the last person she claimed to like, she sneaked a glance at Fu Shihan's face, now cold as ice, felt the air chill around her, and decided it was best to keep quiet.
Forget it, for Zhan Che's sake, she might as well shut up.
The two remained silent until the plane landed back on the ground.
The night had deepened, and Su Wanxin checked the time, intending to take a taxi home, but was instead pushed into Fu Shihan's car.