Song Xia collapsed to the ground. From her angle, she happened to see Fu Hang's handsome side profile. When Fu Hang looked at her, even though she knew that his gaze represented disdain, Fu Hang's expression was really too handsome. Thus, she was instantly captivated.
Song Xia held her stomach and sat on the sofa on the other side. Originally, she thought that no man would be able to reject this kind of good thing when a man and a woman were alone in a room, and the woman was throwing herself into his arms.
If Song Xia had not fallen for Fu Hang, she would have left long ago. How could she still be willing to continue the conversation with Fu Hang?
