"What are you doing?"
Fu Sang suddenly turned around, holding a sharp kitchen knife that flashed white light in his hand.
This situation could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Xiao Mu frowned almost imperceptibly.
In his excitement, Fu Sang broke the handle of the kitchen knife in his hand, and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.
The air was still, and the room was completely silent.
Therefore, the noise outside sounded exceptionally clear.
Fu Sang felt a little devastated.
In a man's eyes, she should be beautiful and cute, not someone who can easily crush a knife handle.
"Ahem." Fu Sang coughed lightly. "I'm a little hungry. I saw an apple in the kitchen and I'd like to cut one up and eat it."
"The handle of this knife doesn't seem to be of very good quality," Fu Sang said, squatting down to pick up the knife from the ground.
Before she could even touch the knife, the man grabbed her wrist.
"Don't cut your hand."
The girl's wrists were slender, with smooth, fair skin, giving a unique feeling when held in the hand.
A glint of light flashed in Xiao Mu's dark eyes, and he pulled her up.
Fu Sang was about to speak.
"Bang—" The door actually opened.
Xiao Mu swiftly grabbed a tablecloth from a nearby table, the smooth fabric gliding through the air before being draped over the girl's head like a bride's veil.
A group of people burst into the suite, and after finding the two main characters, they flashed dazzling camera lights.
The flashing lights kept clicking and snapping away.
"Xiao Mu, may I ask who she is?"
"Xiao Mu, didn't you publicly claim you didn't have a girlfriend? Who is she to you?"
"Xiao Mu, I heard you checked into a hotel with a female celebrity..."
Fu Sang was held tightly in the man's arms, leaning against his strong chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
When the reporters asked questions, microphones were practically shoved in people's faces.
Fu Sang saw it naturally through the dim light and reached out to grab a microphone without hesitation.
All eyes turned to that fair and slender hand.
Then, in the next second...
The microphone snapped.
"..."
The scene instantly fell silent.
Who is this person who snapped the microphone in half with their bare hands?
Fu Sang: "..."
Tears streamed down my face.
She just wanted to shield her idol from the microphone!
When no one was watching, Xiao Mu's lips curled slightly, and he pulled the girl even tighter into his arms.
He remained unfazed by the questions from numerous media reporters, his expression still cool and indifferent.
At this moment.
Suddenly a woman rushed over, wearing a blue dress, her face covered in exquisite makeup, tears streaming down her cheeks, her expression crazed.
"You slut, get out of Xiao Mu's arms..." she cursed, reaching out to grab Fu Sang.
Xiao Mu frowned slightly and raised his hand to block the woman's hand.
The reporter quickly pointed the camera at the woman who suddenly rushed out.
"Xiao Mu, I've loved you for so many years, how could you betray me!"
The woman stared at the girl Xiao Mu was tightly embracing with bloodshot eyes, wishing she could pounce on her and bite her to death.
"It's all because of that slut who seduced you! She stole you away!"
The people present reacted differently to these words.
Fu Sang frowned slightly.
Is Xiao Mu dating another woman?
The crazy woman's tone made it sound like Xiao Mu had something going on with her.
"Please don't talk nonsense." After a long silence, Xiao Mu spoke, his magnetic voice revealing a chilling coldness.
Reporters wouldn't let this opportunity pass them by.
"Xiao Mu, who is the woman you're holding? Is she the other woman?"
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