But greed is not exclusive to humans; even dogs can be greedy.
Take Amou, for example. Feeling neglected and not receiving enough attention from its owner, it decided to jump up and pounce on its dad. Since its dad and its stepdad were standing so close together, Amou ended up pouncing on both of them.
The two men turned to look at Amou simultaneously, and the atmosphere, which had been building up so nicely, was suddenly interrupted.
Amou, oblivious to having disrupted the moment, wagged its tail even more enthusiastically now that it had both of their attention.
Wen Xia quietly stepped back. “You’ve had some alcohol, so if you’re feeling uncomfortable, you should go back and rest. I’ll take Amou for another walk.”
Lin Fengqi shook his head. “I’ll come with you.”
So, they walked Amou around the neighborhood one more time. When they got home, Lin Fengqi went to wash off the smell of alcohol. As he came out of the bathroom, Wen Xia was just about to enter his room with Wen Da Gege in his arms.
Without thinking, Lin Fengqi called out to Wen Xia before his brain could catch up.
Wen Xia stopped and turned to look at him.
Having called out, Lin Fengqi realized he didn’t know what to say next. After a long pause, all he managed was, “Good night.”
“Good night,” Wen Xia replied. “Sweet dreams.”
That night, Lin Fengqi actually had a sweet dream.
When he woke up, he felt a sense of loss, and quickly closed his eyes, hoping to continue the dream. Unfortunately, it didn’t work, and he ended up not sleeping well. When he saw Wen Xia the next morning, he still felt a bit down.
It was Saturday, and even though the workweek had ended, Wen Xia woke up early. He glanced at the time, then rolled over, intending to go back to sleep. But he heard the sound of a door opening from the room next door.
Lin Fengqi was up early too? Wasn’t it Saturday? Was he going to work?
Wen Xia dragged himself out of bed, feeling like a wife who was always keeping tabs on her husband’s whereabouts.
He opened the door just as Lin Fengqi, sleeves rolled up, was heading to the bathroom. The bandages on his wrist, where Wen Da Gege had bitten him, had started to peel away as the wound scabbed over.
Hearing the door, Lin Fengqi paused and looked at the head peeking out from behind it.
“Why are you up so early?” Wen Xia asked, squinting. He remembered they were supposed to pick up Auntie Ye from the hospital today—something about sending her to a nursing home, if he recalled correctly.
Lin Fengqi nodded. “Go back to sleep.”
Wen Xia rubbed his eyes and yawned. “No, I’ll go with you.”
Lin Fengqi was about to tell him it wasn’t necessary, but Wen Xia’s head popped out again. “Given our current ‘legal relationship,’ your mom is my mom. Besides, if we’re putting on a show, we should do it properly. I should go with you.”
Lin Fengqi was left with nothing to say.
Wen Xia had been working overtime for several days and could finally sleep in on the weekend. Lin Fengqi wanted him to get more rest, but Wen Xia’s comment about “your mom is my mom” made him too happy to refuse.
They grabbed breakfast on the way and arrived at the hospital to find Ye Shixue already awake and packing with the help of a nurse. After greeting her, Lin Fengqi went to handle the discharge paperwork.
Wen Xia stayed behind, helping out wherever he could.
After a few minutes, Ye Shixue said, “Xia, you don’t need to do that. Take a break. I heard from Fengqi that you’ve been working overtime every day. Why did you get up so early today? You should have slept in to recharge.”
Wen Xia didn’t stop what he was doing. “It’s fine. I don’t need more sleep.”
His movements were surprisingly swift, and Ye Shixue couldn’t help but sigh.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” Wen Xia asked, noticing her sigh.
Ye Shixue smiled and shook her head. “It’s nothing, just some thoughts. Honestly, I never expected you and Fengqi to end up together.”
“Why not?” Wen Xia paused.
Ye Shixue didn’t respond right away. After a long silence, she finally said, “I heard from Fengqi… that your family is well-off?”
In reality, this was something that should have been addressed before the marriage. Parents usually look into the family backgrounds of their children’s partners before they get married. But Fengqi’s marriage had happened so suddenly that Ye Shixue was caught off guard. At first, she thought her son was joking, until he mentioned that his partner was Wen Xia, and then the two of them came to visit her at the hospital.
The whole process didn’t give Ye Shixue much time to react; she had to accept that her son was married. But because his partner was Wen Xia, she didn’t worry too much. She had always thought of Wen Xia as a good kid, and regardless of how they ended up together, she hoped they would be happy.
When Wen Xia had visited her in the past, he rarely talked about his family. Ye Shixue only knew from a casual conversation that his mother had passed away when he was very young. Beyond that, she knew nothing.
It wasn’t until recently that she began to ask Lin Fengqi more about Wen Xia.
When her son told her who Wen Xia’s father was, she thought the name sounded familiar. So, she looked it up online—and that’s when her emotions started to get complicated. It was a tangle of conflicting feelings.
Compared to most parents, Ye Shixue considered herself relatively open-minded. Having lived through so many ups and downs in life, she had learned to take things as they came. When it came to her son, all she wanted was for him to be healthy, safe, and happy. So when he told her he was getting married, she accepted it. But she still hadn’t met or spoken with Wen Xia’s father, which left her with some concerns.
To her, Wen Xia’s family background was something out of reach. Even though she knew her son had worked hard to build a successful career, she couldn’t help but feel that it was different from Wen Xia, who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
It wasn’t that she thought her son wasn’t good enough or that Wen Xia would look down on them. She was just worried that two people from such different backgrounds and with such different life experiences might face challenges that love alone couldn’t solve. Life isn’t just about love; it’s the small joys and sorrows that make up the ingredients of a life together.
But these thoughts were difficult to express.
She didn’t want to say anything that might unintentionally hurt Wen Xia.
Wen Xia could see through her concerns.
He knew Ye Shixue meant no harm. Family background is a topic that every couple heading toward marriage must face. He had always been open about it, both in the past and now.
“Yeah, I guess you could say it’s pretty good,” Wen Xia said. “But that’s all in the past. Things are different now. I’m just a small fry buried in debt, which makes me a perfect match for Lin Fengqi, the cabbage.”
He blinked innocently as he said this.
Ye Shixue couldn’t help but laugh, her gaze softening with affection.
Wen Xia continued, “So… I just hope you won’t hold it against me that my family is in debt. After all, if we’re being honest, I’m the one who’s marrying up here.”
“You silly child, don’t say things like that,” Ye Shixue said. “There’s no ‘marrying up’ or ‘marrying down’ here. Fengqi’s not that impressive. Alright, alright, enough talk. You should get back to work.”
Wen Xia grinned. “Got it.”
The nursing home was located in the suburbs. At first, Lin Fengqi was hesitant to send Ye Shixue there, worried that the distance would prevent him from getting there quickly if anything happened.
But Ye Shixue thought he was worrying too much and said, “You’re not even thirty yet, but you’re already worrying like an old man. This place is much more spacious than your place, and the air is better too. You know I don’t like socializing with the neighbors. If I lived with you, you’d bore me to death.”
When they arrived at the nursing home, a young man was waiting for them at the entrance. He looked about the same age as Lin Fengqi, with a neat appearance and glasses. As Lin Fengqi got out of the car, he greeted him, “Shixiong.”
Ye Shixue, curious, asked, “You must be Zhou Yixian?”
The man smiled. “Yes, Auntie. Nice to meet you.”
“Fengqi often talks about you,” Ye Shixue said with a smile. “Our Fengqi has been relying on your help these past few years… and now we’re troubling you again.”
“It’s no trouble at all, Auntie,” Zhou Yixian replied. “Fengqi has helped me a lot too, so I should be thanking him. He’s very capable and decisive. Many things at our company wouldn’t have been resolved without his help.”
Wen Xia hadn’t been in contact with Lin Fengqi for the past few years, but he remembered hearing from their class monitor that after Lin Fengqi started university, he began working on projects with a senior who was three years ahead of him. Even after that senior graduated, Lin Fengqi continued working with his company while completing his studies.
The startup capital for Lin Fengqi’s own business had mostly come from those years, with the rest borrowed from various sources.
This senior who had been such a great help must be Zhou Yixian.
As they walked, Zhou Yixian noticed Wen Xia’s gaze and looked over with a friendly smile. “I forgot to ask, who’s this handsome gentleman?”
“My name’s Wen Xia,” Wen Xia introduced himself.
Zhou Yixian paused, then glanced at Lin Fengqi with a smile that carried a hint of amusement. “Nice to meet you, I’m Zhou Yixian. If you’d like, you can call me Shixiong like Fengqi does.”
Wen Xia called him “Shixiong,” and Zhou Yixian smiled and led the way.
Wen Xia glanced at Lin Fengqi, but his expression was unreadable.
The nursing home covered a large area, and entering the gates felt more like stepping into a park. There were small bridges over flowing streams, manicured shrubs, and gardens. Maple trees lined the roads, their fiery red leaves rustling in the late autumn breeze, giving the place a unique vitality.
After passing through the maple-lined path, they reached a white building. Zhou Yixian explained that it was the nursing home’s clinic. Though small, it was well-equipped, offering the same services as larger hospitals, just on a smaller scale and exclusively for the nursing home’s residents. Connected to the clinic was a lower building housing the rehabilitation center. These outer buildings were all related to medical services.
Beyond a corridor, the scenery changed again. Rows of single-story villas, built in a northern European style, were nestled among the maple trees, creating a fairytale-like atmosphere.
It truly seemed like an ideal place to recuperate.
Zhou Yixian led them to one of the villas on the edge of the property, with a window overlooking an artificial lake. Wen Xia noted the room number: 105.
“This is it,” Zhou Yixian said, opening the door and letting in the fresh air. “Auntie, Fengqi chose this room for you. See if you like it, and if not, I’ll find you another one.”
Though the villa had only one floor, it was fully equipped with everything necessary for comfortable living—television, bathroom, a small balcony, and even a kitchen with pots and pans already prepared.
Zhou Yixian explained that residents could cook for themselves or choose to dine at the nursing home’s restaurant.
Ye Shixue smiled. “There’s no need for that. I’m fine anywhere. This place is lovely. Thank you so much.”
“It’s no trouble at all, Auntie,” Zhou Yixian assured her. “The bedding has just been cleaned and sanitized. If you’d like to rest for a bit, I can show you around the rest of the place afterward.”
“No need, let’s go now.”
After setting down the luggage, they continued their tour.
“Is this nursing home run by your Shixiong?” Wen Xia asked quietly as they walked side by side.
Lin Fengqi nodded. “Yes, it’s his family’s business.”
“I see. How come I’ve never heard of him before?” With a family business this large, Wen Xia would have known about it.
“Their roots aren’t here,” Lin Fengqi explained. “He only came to this area after graduation.”
Ahead of them, Zhou Yixian was leading the way, explaining the facilities to Ye Shixue. They were now in the nursing home’s activity area, where residents could enjoy various recreational activities. A group of people was already gathered, playing games.
As they walked, Zhou Yixian glanced back at Lin Fengqi. “By the way, Auntie, Fengqi’s company also collaborates with our nursing home. All these smart devices you see were provided by Fenghang.”
What mother wouldn’t be proud to hear her child praised? Ye Shixue’s smile grew warmer, with a hint of pride and satisfaction.
After the tour, Zhou Yixian accompanied them to complete some paperwork, then led them to the nursing home’s restaurant for lunch. By that time, Ye Shixue was visibly tired, her energy spent. Zhou Yixian, having spent the entire morning with them, excused himself to attend to other matters, leaving Wen Xia and Lin Fengqi to accompany Ye Shixue back to her room.
Ye Shixue wanted to unpack, but Lin Fengqi stopped her. “You rest. I’ll take care of it.”
Exhausted, Ye Shixue fell asleep quickly. Lin Fengqi began unpacking her clothes, neatly organizing them in the closet.
Wen Xia joined him, and though Lin Fengqi didn’t say anything, he slowed his pace slightly. With Ye Shixue breathing softly in her sleep, they quietly finished unpacking before tiptoeing out of the room.
Before leaving, they went to say goodbye to Zhou Yixian. When they found him in his office, he looked surprised. “Leaving already?”
Lin Fengqi nodded. “Yes, Shixiong. Thank you for everything today. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.”
“No need to wait. How about tonight?” Zhou Yixian suggested. “Let’s go to that barbecue place we went to last time.”
Lin Fengqi looked at Wen Xia.
Wen Xia hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Sure,” Lin Fengqi agreed.
When Zhou Yixian glanced between them with a teasing smile, Wen Xia realized—how did he get roped into their senior-junior bonding dinner?
But… it wasn’t bad.
They decided to meet at the barbecue restaurant at 7 PM. The place was always busy, so Lin Fengqi made a reservation on their way back.
With several hours until dinner, they got into the car, and the atmosphere suddenly turned awkward.
Wen Xia didn’t know if Lin Fengqi had other plans for the afternoon, but he knew he didn’t.
So he asked, “Heading home?”
Lin Fengqi didn’t answer immediately, lost in thought. After a moment, he began, “Do you want to…?” But his words were cut off by Wen Xia’s phone ringing.
The caller ID showed it was Zou Boyan, and Wen Xia answered with a familiar opening line: “Come out and play, old Xia.”
Wen Xia was about to respond, but Zou Boyan didn’t give him the chance. “You’ve rejected my sincere invitations so many times since you married Lin Fengqi. Have you forgotten all about me?”
Wen Xia glanced at Lin Fengqi and said into the phone, “I never cared much about you, to begin with.”
“Damn,” Zou Boyan cursed. “It’s just the two of us. No one else. You coming or not?”
“Hold on.”
Wen Xia muted the call and asked Lin Fengqi, “I need to go somewhere. Can you give me a ride?”
Lin Fengqi didn’t want to eavesdrop on Wen Xia’s conversation, but the car was too quiet, so he couldn’t help but hear it. Wen Xia’s request now meant he was going to meet someone, right?
He hid his disappointment, swallowing the suggestion of “How about a movie?” and nodded.
Seeing his agreement, Wen Xia returned to the phone. “Wait for me. I’ll be there soon.”
After hanging up, he turned to Lin Fengqi. “Can you get to Lianyao Club? Do you need me to navigate?”
Lin Fengqi started the car. “I know the way.”
He didn’t sound too happy.
Wen Xia glanced at him, then turned his gaze to the window, pretending not to notice.
He picked up his phone and opened Zou Boyan’s chat. He typed: [Be at the entrance to greet me.]
Zou Boyan: [??? What’s gotten into you?]
Wen Xia: [I’m bringing a guest.]
Zou Boyan: [Who could be more important than you, Mr. Wen?]
Wen Xia: [Lin Fengqi.]
Zou Boyan: […]
Zou Boyan: [Fuck.]
They drove in silence.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the Lianyao Club’s entrance.
Zou Boyan was already waiting at the door. When Lin Fengqi’s car pulled up, he stepped forward. Wen Xia rolled down the passenger-side window, and Zou Boyan feigned surprise. “Hey, Lin Fengqi? You brought Wen Xia?”
Lin Fengqi nodded as he watched Wen Xia unbuckle his seatbelt.
“Great, since you’re here, you might as well join us.”
Lin Fengqi hesitated, glancing at Wen Xia for his reaction. But Wen Xia had already opened the car door and gotten out as if he hadn’t heard Zou Boyan’s suggestion.
Was that permission, or was he silently rejecting the idea, hoping Lin Fengqi would know not to tag along?
In just two seconds, countless scenarios flashed through Lin Fengqi’s mind as Wen Xia got out of the car, closing the door behind him.
Was that look an invitation or a dismissal? He still couldn’t tell.
But Lin Fengqi had already made up his mind.
He started the car, and Wen Xia frowned slightly, holding back the urge to shout: Lin Fengqi, are you stupid?! The ladder was right there, and you didn’t know to climb down???
He couldn’t believe someone could be this dense!
Just as he was about to say something, Lin Fengqi spoke. “Where’s the parking lot?”
When he asked this, he was looking at Zou Boyan, as if he had made up his mind, and didn’t glance at Wen Xia.
Zou Boyan was stunned for a moment before pointing the way. “Turn right up ahead. There’s a parking lot behind the building.”
Lin Fengqi nodded and drove off in the direction Zou Boyan had indicated.
Wen Xia, still in shock, watched as Lin Fengqi’s car turned the corner and disappeared. Zou Boyan smacked him on the back. “Wow, old Xia, your game has improved! I should charge for being your wingman.”
He rubbed his fingers together suggestively.
Wen Xia, in high spirits, didn’t even mind his jabs about his previous lackluster flirting skills. Generously, he said, “Sure, today’s on me.”
They waited at the entrance for five minutes before Lin Fengqi returned, and the three of them headed into the club together.
The club had two levels: one on the ground floor and one in the basement. The ground floor allowed smoking, while the basement did not. Above the club was a gym.
“Want some drinks?” Zou Boyan asked.
“No,” Wen Xia replied. “We have plans tonight.”
“So busy,” Zou Boyan muttered as they headed downstairs.
Lin Fengqi followed them, his earlier gloom lifted by Wen Xia’s use of “we.”
They went straight to the basement.
It was Saturday, and the place was packed. Even though the space was large, the noise hit them like a wave when they reached the basement.
They found an empty table in the far corner. Zou Boyan grabbed two cues, handing one to Wen Xia, who weighed it in his hand before passing it to Lin Fengqi. Then he picked out another cue for himself.
Only then did he remember to ask, “Do you know how to play?”
Lin Fengqi hadn’t known how to play before, at least not before university.
But during college, he had learned many things, especially during his time working for Zhou Yixian. Billiards was one of them.
But now, with Wen Xia asking…
Lin Fengqi hesitated. Should he say yes or no?
If he said no, would Wen Xia teach him? But if he said no and ruined Wen Xia’s fun, what then?
After a moment of indecision, he tightened his grip on the cue, as if steeling himself.
Finally, he said, “Not really.”
Wen Xia saw through his lie immediately.
It’s hard to explain, but it’s just really easy to tell when Lin Fengqi is lying.
So he went along with it. “How about I teach you?”
Lin Fengqi nodded, feeling a surge of excitement.
But he kept his cool and nodded in agreement.
“You know how to hold the cue and set up the shot, right?” Wen Xia asked.
Yes or no?
Lin Fengqi took two seconds to think about it. “I do.”
He figured he should know at least a little, or he’d ruin the fun.
Wen Xia stepped aside. “Show me your stance.”
Zou Boyan watched from the sidelines, amused by the impromptu lesson. Seeing that he wasn’t needed, he decided to take his cue and watch the action from a distance.
Within ten seconds, Wen Xia realized that asking Lin Fengqi to show his stance was probably the most misguided decision of the day.
Lin Fengqi approached the table and bent over—today was Saturday, so he wasn’t in a suit. The basement was stuffy, so they had all removed their jackets, leaving Lin Fengqi in a black, slim-fit turtleneck sweater.
When he bent over, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated, his lean frame highlighted.
In the cold light, his sharp features stood out. His jawline was taut from the position, his Adam’s apple partially hidden by the collar, just barely visible.
Wen Xia suddenly felt overwhelmed.
He closed his eyes, feeling as if he had just been seduced.
Damn.
When he opened his eyes again, he met Lin Fengqi’s clear gaze, which was filled with a kind of hopeful anticipation.
“Is this right?” Lin Fengqi asked.
Wen Xia looked away slightly and nodded. “Yes, that’s right. You… can get up now.”
Lin Fengqi straightened up, but Wen Xia quickly realized he might have to face that sight again because Lin Fengqi asked, “Your stance looks pretty standard, so what exactly are you not good at?”
Lin Fengqi took two seconds to think, then, with a mix of calm and uncertainty, replied, “…I can’t hit the ball accurately?”
Wen Xia: “…”
This is going to be tough.
So Wen Xia rearranged the balls on the table, pointing at the white cue ball and tracing the trajectory to the red ball it was aligned with. “Alright, try hitting this ball. Let’s see how you do.”
Lin Fengqi bent over the table again.
He focused on the white cue ball, his expression serious.
Wen Xia’s heart skipped a beat.
Lin Fengqi pulled the cue back slightly, then shot forward with precision—but the cue barely grazed the side of the white ball.
The white ball rolled just a few centimeters.
After the shot, Lin Fengqi stood up and looked at Wen Xia with a completely nonchalant expression.
Wen Xia: “…”
Dude, if you’re going to pretend, at least make it believable!
Internally screaming, Wen Xia kept his cool and searched for something to say. “…Very stylish shot.”
Zou Boyan, watching from the sidelines, was in awe.
This is what high emotional intelligence looks like!
Looking at Lin Fengqi, who seemed to react to only two words, Zou Boyan noticed… was he blushing?
No way, is it time for him to leave?
Lin Fengqi did indeed react to two words—stylish.
Wen Xia had called him stylish…
His ears turned red as he accepted the compliment with a smile. “Thank you.”
Zou Boyan: “…”
I’m done. You two are a match made in heaven, aren’t you?
Zou Boyan couldn’t watch anymore. He felt like if he stayed around these two love-struck fools any longer, he’d turn into a fool himself. So he took his cue and went to watch another game at a different table.
Wen Xia didn’t notice his best friend, childhood buddy, and trusty wingman slipping away. He thought for a moment, then said to Lin Fengqi, “How about I show you how it’s done?”
Lin Fengqi nodded. “Sure.”
Wen Xia didn’t touch the slightly displaced cue ball but instead found a good position, placed his hand on the table to support the cue, and bent over.
Wen Xia’s hands were elegant, long, and fair, with prominent knuckles. When he placed his hand on the table, the blue veins beneath his pale skin became visible, slightly raised from the tension. His sleeve pulled back as he extended his arm, revealing a slender wrist, the bone sharp under the cool light.
It made his wrist look both delicate and strong.
Lin Fengqi’s ears reddened even more.
He exhaled lightly and stepped back, as if there was a fire in front of him, and he needed to keep his distance to avoid getting burned.
The cue moved back slightly.
And then— click, click.
A clean, smooth shot sank the ball into the pocket.
Wen Xia straightened up, the cue sliding down into his hand as he leaned against the table. He flashed a smile at Lin Fengqi. “How’s that?”
His eyes gleamed with pride, confident and carefree.
Lin Fengqi suddenly saw the young man he used to know.
Back in the day, Wen Xia was always the life of the party on the basketball court, running and jumping with such energy that it was mesmerizing. He would never join in, preferring to watch from the sidelines so he could focus entirely on Wen Xia. If he played alongside Wen Xia, he feared he’d be so focused on him that he’d forget to pass the ball, ruining the game for everyone.
Wen Xia was great at basketball and knew how to rally the team. As long as he was there, the court was always lively. He would look over at Lin Fengqi after every successful shot, his smile bright and infectious, brimming with energy.
He had been so dazzling that Lin Fengqi could hardly bear to look directly at him.
Now, the man standing before him overlapped with that memory, and for the first time, Lin Fengqi found the courage to face that brightness head-on. “Yes, a beautiful shot.”
His voice was unusually soft.
It seemed like this was the first time Lin Fengqi had complimented him so directly.
Wen Xia suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. His eyes flicked to the side, and he rubbed his nose, but he couldn’t stop the smile tugging at his lips. “It was okay.”
He cleared his throat. “Want to give it another try?”
Lin Fengqi nodded. “Okay.”
Wen Xia adjusted the balls for him, going along with his pretense of being a beginner. He placed the balls strategically, pretending not to notice the facade, and let Lin Fengqi practice his accuracy.
As Lin Fengqi bent over again, preparing to take his shot while pondering how best to maintain the charade, another group of people descended the stairs.
The group’s leader immediately spotted Wen Xia and scowled. “Wen Xia? What are you doing here?”
Hearing this voice, Lin Fengqi’s shot genuinely went off course.
“…”
He stood up and looked over.
Seeing Lin Fengqi, Fang Huai’s scowl faltered. “Lin Fengqi?”
After the mix-up with Liao Xingchen, Lin Fengqi had taken some time to reflect on his suspicions. He wondered if he had been jumping to conclusions about everyone being a rival. Maybe he should stop seeing potential threats everywhere.
But… Fang Huai was different!
Wen Xia had called out his name in his sleep! And after Fang Lianshu’s birthday party, Wen Xia had practically admitted it on the way home!
So Lin Fengqi felt justified in keeping an eye on certain people.
This time, he was giving himself the benefit of the doubt. He decided to observe Wen Xia’s reaction to Fang Huai more closely. If the opportunity presented itself.
—Well, here it was.
From his vantage point, Lin Fengqi could see both Fang Huai and Wen Xia.
He nodded politely. “Mr. Fang.”
But just after greeting Fang Huai, he noticed Wen Xia discreetly—remove the ring he had been wearing, the one matching Lin Fengqi’s, and slip it into his pocket.
Lin Fengqi: ?
And as he stood there, dumbfounded, Wen Xia spoke. “What, am I not allowed here?”
Fang Huai’s attention immediately shifted back to Wen Xia, his expression cold. “I don’t care where you go, but our esteemed Mr. Wen hasn’t shown up in ages. Could it be that you were avoiding me?”
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