*
fu qinyuan had already locked the door. she had been preoccupied with her thoughts along the way, and even if she didn't give him a look, he would still look for her.
"what happened?" he pulled her to sit down.
jing xingyao bit his lip.
"the matter at pear garden isn't going well? or did that fortune-teller tell you something?" the two had just met in the morning and they were still fine then. these were the only two possibilities fu qinyuan could think of.
" that fortune-telling master said that i'm in love. my dad seems to be suspicious. " she bit the bullet and said.
she wasn't afraid of bringing someone to meet her parents, but it was her first time dealing with this kind of thing, so she couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
"is there anything else?"
"no,"
"do you think you're in love?" fu qinyuan's tone was inexplicably gentle.
