Fu Hang's gaze fell on Shen Yan's cherry-red lips involuntarily. For some reason, he really wanted to press his lips against her slowly moving ones, and press her into the seat for a kiss.
He still remembered the soft taste of her lips.
"Second brother, Grandpa's calling!" Fu Xiaoxiao handed the phone to Fu Hang with a smile.
The dark fantasies in Fu Hang's mind were suddenly interrupted. He took the phone from Fu Xiaoxiao's hand composedly. His voice was as calm as ever. "Grandpa?"
"Fu Hang, your sister-in-law's health isn't good. You must take good care of her today. You must get the reporters to take some photos of your sister-in-law later to help clear her name…"
Old Master Fu's nagging seemed to irk Fu Hang a little. He slightly lowered his eyes to hide his impatience and pursed his lips. "I got it."
