Fei is truly afraid of Gu Shaocheng.
Seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat.
Immediately shrank back two steps, mentally screaming all kinds of loyalty vows, losing countless brain cells, yet still not seeing any change in the gentleman's cold demeanor.
Chenxing tugged at Gu Shaocheng's sleeve, and only then did he slightly restrain his cold aura, saying, "What's the use of having a sharp tongue? If Chenxing so much as loses a single hair, you shall answer with your death, don't wait for me to take action!"
"Yes!" Fei bowed and accepted the orders, no longer daring to use flowery language.
Gu Shaocheng listened with disinterest, pulling Chenxing away before he could finish speaking. He now stays home, pulling Chenxing around whenever possible for some intimacy, as if back to the early days of their relationship, not missing any chance to get cozy regardless of the occasion.
