Lu Yan clenched his fists naturally hanging by his sides and was on guard. He looked at Fu Hang with a cold face and asked, "Does Shen Yan know that you're here?"
Lu Yan didn't wait for Fu Hang to speak and revealed a bright smile on his face. He continued, "Aren't you tired of pretending to be considerate in front of Shen Yan and imitating the way I used to be?"
"I'm not tired." Fu Hang stated bluntly, "Also, I'd have to correct a mistake. I didn't imitate you, but you imitated the way I used to be!"
"Oh? If President Fu didn't mention it, I would have forgotten that when you were in Sai City, you were as gentle as a lamb to Shen Yan." Lu Yan's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, and the coldness in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. "I really didn't expect that the cold-blooded President Fu would still be so gentle. I think you have forgotten how gentle you are!"
