"There's no crying. Get out of the way!" Qiao Wenhe pushed him hard and turned to the side.
"If you don't tell me what happened, let's just waste our time tonight!" Fu Rongzhi pressed her hands firmly on her shoulder, and with a twist, she faced him.
Qiao Wenhe wanted to tell him about the humiliation in her heart at this moment, but her rationality reminded her that she couldn't say anything. No matter how bad Mrs. Fu was, she was still the mother of Fu Rongzhi. She had no right to talk about it in front of Fu Rongzhi.
"It's fine. It's just that it's too open tonight. I drank too much with Qin Qian. I' m feeling dizzy now!" She dodged Fu Rongzhi deep gaze and turned to sleep on the bed with her eyes closed.
Fu Rongzhi lowered his head and sniffed." Liar, why can't you smell the slight
