Fu Ziqian...
It's completely sophistry, sophistry!!!
Sophistry!
He's clearly talking about rolling in the sheets...
This bastard!
Qiao Chuchu glared at Fu Ziqian, "You bastard."
"How am I a bastard?" Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu and asked, "Did I say something wrong? Taking care of you, protecting you, accompanying you, asking after you—was any of that wrong?"
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Qiao Chuchu's face turned red with anger, but she couldn't find the words to retort.
The elevator stopped, the doors slowly opened, and they had arrived.
Qiao Chuchu shot Fu Ziqian a glare and walked out of the elevator, with Fu Ziqian following her.
Qiao Chuchu arrived at her door, took out her keys, and was about to unlock the door. Fu Ziqian stood behind her.
Qiao Chuchu turned around and glared at Fu Ziqian, "Go back to your own home."
"Wherever you are, that's where my home is," Fu Ziqian said.
Qiao Chuchu: "..."
Truly, she was too angry to argue back.
