Even though Fu Ziqian was chopping vegetables, his senses were incredibly sharp. Without turning around, he knew that Qiao Chuchu had been staring at him. The corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of smugness.
No matter whether Qiao Chuchu was looking at him out of love or hate... it was a good thing!
At least, her gaze was always on him.
And never on any other man.
Qiao Chuchu looked at Fu Ziqian, wishing she could pierce two holes through his back with her gaze.
"This show is pretty good," Fu Ziqian said.
Although he hadn't turned around to watch the TV, he knew what the program was.
Qiao Chuchu didn't say a word.
She originally quite liked this show, but now that Fu Ziqian said it was good, she instantly didn't like it anymore.
Sharing a liking for the same thing with Fu Ziqian made her uncomfortable.
"Do you... still remember Zhang Meiqin?" Qiao Chuchu asked.
"..."
