Qin Xiang's voice, slightly anxious, had emerged from behind him. He drove to Fu Jinghen's company after seeing the trending search and later, using sadness as an excuse, hitched a ride in Fu Jinghen's car back to his house. He then started to eagerly urge Fu Jinghen to call Wen Qiao to ask about the situation.
Because the calls he had made to Lin Ruochun kept going unanswered.
"How did it go?"
"Not well."
Fu Jinghen responded calmly, "Wen Qiao said to let Ruochun call you back later."
"Really?"
That's impossible.
He couldn't lose face.
"Oh."
Qin Xiang sighed deeply, flopping bonelessly onto the sofa, mumbling bitterly like a resentful wife, "Kids grow up and you just can't control them anymore, they even go out to dine with men."
As he spoke, he kicked his legs and rolled around on the sofa, glaring at Fu Jinghen with grievance, "It's all because of your fiancée, Wen Qiao must have led Ruochun astray."
