What the fuck!
What now?
"The Xiao Xiang Pavilion was built only seven years ago."
Wen Qiao was puzzled, "Hmm, so what?"
Fu Jinghen's face turned even darker as he turned and strode away.
Wen Qiao: "…"
Are the moods of older men always this unpredictable?
Wen Qiao took another deep breath, holding back the urge to throw her handbag at him.
Ridiculous!
If it weren't for her being alone here and needing to rely on Fu Jinghen to find her footing, she would have kicked this dumbass man to the curb long ago, according to her usual way of doing things!
She wouldn't cater to him!
The private room Fu Jinghen had booked at the Xiao Xiang Pavilion was in the innermost part, requiring a walk through winding corridors. There was no communication between Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen the whole way, each harboring their own schemes, until they finally reached the door of the private room. Wen Qiao was the first to break the oppressive silence.
