Fu Yan frowned slightly, his eyes seeming to show heartache.
That bastard who was just pressing his mouth down and making him hurt, he'd be a fool to feel sorry for him.
Xiao Xin grinned and said, "Don't give me that crocodile tears."
Fu Yan's expression hardened. Yes, the heartache he felt just now must have been an illusion.
Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to oneself.
The pressure on his neck suddenly tightened, and Xiao Xin knew that he was getting serious.
He smiled, didn't struggle, and quietly felt the increasing force of the hand on his neck.
Xiao Xin was being choked, the air in her throat grew thinner and thinner, until finally her face turned red and her neck began to turn red as well.
Fu Yan's expression grew increasingly grim. He suddenly felt that even killing Xiao Xin wouldn't be enough to vent his anger.
He abruptly withdrew his hand and kicked the knife to the rabbit servant beside him: "Untie the ropes binding him."
After saying that, Fu Yan turned and walked towards the sofa, taking out a wet wipe to wipe the hand that had just touched Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin counted; he wiped his hands ten times with a wet wipe this time. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Fu Yan had just touched the virus.
Fu Yan wiped his hands before sitting back down on the sofa.
The three-tiered cake on the coffee table exudes an enticing milky aroma and is topped with strawberries and mangoes.
Jiang Yuqing loves strawberries, and he loves mangoes.
Fu Yan glanced at the waiter beside him: "Light the candles."
Today is his birthday, and also Jiang Yuqing's birthday.
It's been two years, and Jiang Yuqing hasn't celebrated his birthday with him for two years.
The ropes binding Xiao Xin were quickly untied, and seeing the forlorn expression on Fu Yan's face, he suddenly felt a surge of curiosity.
What could be the relationship between this person and Jiang Yuqing...?
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