Who else can make mom angry? In the whole family, his dad is the best at it.
Zhuo Jian was about to close the door when Fu Yanye caught up with her, but she suddenly opened it again, "I don't want to see you."
"Is this a case of anger?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked her good-naturedly.
"That's right if you say so."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he was about to close the door.
Fu Yanye got in when she closed the door, Zhuo Jian almost hit him, but luckily he opened it back in time.
But it was her timely reversal that made her regret it endlessly.
Fu Yanye saw that she was so afraid of hurting him, and there was pride in her eyes.
"You can't make me angry."
"reason."
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye walked inside, sat down comfortably at the end of the bed, and looked up at her: "You must have been angry with me for a long time. I just came back with you and thought about it. In fact, what you did was wrong."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face was filled with questions, and she crossed her arms across her chest and continued to wait for him to continue.
"If Lin Ruxiang caused problems between us, we should share the same hatred."
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Zhuo Jian took a few steps forward, pricking up his ears as if he wanted to listen again.
Fu Yanye knew that she was unhappy, but he was still solemn, "If our relationship is good, she will definitely be unhappy, right?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's eyes froze, and she thought seriously about the truth of what he said.
But when she met his eyes, she always felt that something was not right.
Logically speaking, his idea makes sense.
But what's the problem?
"Fu Yanye, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. I tell you, if you dare to get her out, I will fight with you."
Zhuo Jian looked at him several times inquiringly, threatening.
Fu Yanye saw the bag she was carrying thrown on the bed and praised: "Wow, our little Jian Jian has such a bad temper."
"What is it, little Jian Jian? Don't scream."
Zhuo Jian was shocked and called him inexplicably shy.
"Now I'm even more temperamental."
Fu Yanye looked at her with a smile in his black eyes.
"Ha, I have a bad temper? What's wrong with my bad temper?"
Zhuo Jian was almost stunned by his smile, but luckily she came back to her senses.
"I like."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was stuck by his three simple words. It took him a while to realize what he was saying and he was about to leave angrily.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and brought her into his arms, "I promise I will stand by your side, no matter if she is sentenced to life or has a suspended death sentence."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, trying to find some confidence in his eyes.
"It's really going crazy."
Zhuo Jian looked at the sincerity in his eyes and muttered.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye questioned.
"I said I'm really going to go crazy if I keep going like this."