With his pupils dilating, Fu Qingli pursed his lips and looked daggers at the woman and kids as they got into a car. He was without a word.
Shen Xi suggested, "If you're even the slightest interested in her, you guys should try to get along."
Fu Qingli solemnly nodded. His voice was deep. "I'll think about it."
Across the street, a Rolls Royce cruised along and pulled up.
Shen Xi's eyes lit up. She glanced at Fu Qingli and nudged him. "Ms. Lu's car hasn't left. Go on and give it a go."
She had heard from Mom, Dad, and Qingye that Fu Qingli never got physical with a woman. Had it not been because he got on well with Aunt Junqiu and Mom, people would think he was allergic to women.
Fu Qingli's pupils dilated again when his gaze fell upon the Rolls Royce. His eyes screamed murder, albeit the intent was fleeting. He looked at Shen Xi intimidatingly. "Come home tonight, Mr. and Mrs. Shen will be there too."
