Xia Jinyun reached out and touched her head gently, helping her put on the hair clip: "No need to thank me, um, it looks good."
Fu Yan looked at the gentle, wife-and-mother type Xia Jinyun, teasingly licked his lips: "So, when will you be this gentle with me?"
Xia Jinyun lost her patience: "Fu Yan, I've told you from the start, I don't like those younger than me, I have someone I like, stop pestering me."
"Then tell me the name of the person you like, and I'll immediately stop pestering you."
"It's just..." Xia Jinyun suddenly halted her speech, "it's none of your business who it is. If you're here to eat, please find a seat and sit down. I still have work to do."
Fu Ying also wanted to know, who is the person she likes?
Is it a firefighter?
Is his name Shen Liguang?
The blueberry-flavored ice cream melted in her mouth, but Fu Ying found it tasteless.
When Fu Ying got home, she locked herself in her room.
She flipped through her phone absentmindedly.
