Fiona glanced at him and snorted, “What does it have to do with you.”
“It looks like I like it.” Cen Qiong nodded thoughtfully, his thin lips curled slightly. With unconcealed joy, “It seems that my younger sister has long been thinking about my brother.”
Fu didn’t understand what he meant, and looked at him blankly.
“It may not work today,” the man said lazily, staring at her, “but there will be opportunities in the future.”
Fiona, “???”
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