Yu Xiaoxuan watched Fu Chenxuan's car disappear into the distance before turning to head home. But the moment she turned around, she came face-to-face with Han Yi's melancholic expression. Startled, she quickly stepped back several paces and, bewildered, stared at Han Yi. "Why are you standing behind me like a ghost?"
At her words, Han Yi looked even more mournful, staring at Yu Xiaoxuan as if she were a heartbreaker. "Is Fu Chenxuan good-looking?"
"Yes, he is. Ah, why isn't he my son?" Yu Xiaoxuan bemoaned as she remembered Fu Chenxuan's perfect face.
Han Yi's expression grew even more sorrowful. "Yu Xiaoxuan, you're such a fangirl." With that, he stormed off furiously.
