e grandmaster's chair, having already broken two sets of cups.From afar, he could hear the butler calling out to the young master. He stood up, leaning on his cane, and pointed at the ground in fury,...Fu Hanlin looked down at her pale face, his voice low and heavy: "You're not a careless driver."

Fu Yan felt ashamed and embarrassed, she didn't dare to look at him.

The main concern was that if she explained, Fu Hanlin would think she was contradicting him. Fu Hanlin is known for treating everyone equally, regardless of gender. If something happened, he would scold women just as harshly as men.

She couldn't explain why she was in a bad mood.

She shrank her head, her hair somewhat messily spread out, a bandage on her forehead, her face pale. Her downcast eyes and eyelashes remained still, like a scolded little animal that had done wrong.

Looking pitifully.

Fu Hanlin pursed his lips, his voice softening a little, "I didn't scold you."

Fu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then explained, "I was wrong. I'm reflecting on my actions."

You should reflect on this!

A cold voice came over.

Fu Yan's body stiffened. Accompanied by steady and powerful footsteps, the curtain was lifted. Cao Fang stepped aside, and Huo Mingzheng strode in with a cold face.

He glanced at the gauze on Fu Yan's forehead and a chill enveloped his whole being, "Before you try to play bumper cars like others, first weigh if your life is tough enough"

Fu Yanxin's heart clenched. She thought she was immune to his sharp tongue, but the lingering fear after narrowly escaping death made her feel incredibly vulnerable in that instant.

Fu Hanlin's eyes darkened slightly, "Mr. Huo, you don't have to speak so harshly."

Huo Mingzheng shifted his gaze from Fu Yan's body and turned to face him, "I am educating my family. Mr. Fu, as an outsider, you are interfering too much. You don't have to act in front of me, do you"

The story circulating among the girls from Southern City was, "It's Fu, not Huo, it's Huo who can't escape." People always wanted to see what would happen if these two appeared together. Fu Yan felt a deep stir within her, as if the air pressure in the emergency room had dropped.

She knew Huo Mingzheng was angry because of her fake relationship with Fu Hanlin, and she also knew he had a sharp tongue, but she didn't expect him to be so merciless in his insults.

Fu Hanlin said leisurely, "She was the driver at fault, and I was the victim. I won't pursue it, who can pursue her"

"Mr. Fu is indeed magnanimous," Huo Mingzheng said with a low chuckle. "Since he's not going to pursue it, there's no reason for me to stay here. If it's inconvenient for you to drive, I can have someone send you."

He was really going too far.

Fu Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and she opened her mouth to say: "Mr. Fu, I'm really sorry for troubling you tonight."

"It's fine, you should rest well." Fu Hanlin picked up the coat he had used to wrap Fu Yan before from the chair, lifted the curtain, and turned back to say, "You don't have to work tomorrow."

Fu Hanlin walked a few steps outward, stopped, and turned to look at Huo Mingzheng who was tall and long-legged.

He probably came from home, dressed casually in gray trousers, a black turtleneck sweater, and slippers. Even Huo Mingzheng, who was usually calm and composed, showed a hint of panic.

Despite this, he still exudes an innate sense of nobility.

"Mr. Huo, is something the matter"

"I know what President Fu is thinking, but I advise you to give up this idea. Competing with me would be of no benefit to you."

He smiled faintly, "Fu Yan is not your possession."

Huo Mingzheng lazily raised his eyes and said word by word, "She's mine."

Fu Hánlín changed his coat to a handheld one, "I advise Mr. Huo, Fu Yan's personality is that she would rather be broken than whole. The tighter you press her, the farther she will move away from you. She will one day cut this string with her own hands."

A glint of coldness flashed in the man's eyes, "I didn't expect President Fu to know so much about our Little Six privately."

"I am not Fu Jing." Fu Hanlin single-handedly buttoned his suit jacket, his fingers curved and powerful. "The tricks you designed for Fu Jing are useless against me."

Ho Mingzheng narrowed his eyes, suddenly smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, only a crack of coldness appeared.

It seems you're challenging me.n a piece of chicken leg.Fu Yan tasted it, gave a thumbs-up, and said with satisfaction, “It’s very chicken-flavored!”Mr. Fu laughed heartily, "It's been a long time since I've heard such words. My wi...