"Ah?" Da Fu immediately understood what was going on and jumped with joy in the air, very much like an old father who finally realizes his clueless son is in love.
"If it's a woman, that means she loves you, really likes you, wants to do indescribable things with you," Da Fu stated decisively and, to sound more professional and credible, even adjusted his voice to combat mode.
Fu Xing's usually cold and indifferent handsome face suddenly flushed a bewitching red.
His long fingers resting on the table slowly extended, then slowly clenched.
He repeated this several times.
At that moment, no one would ever know how much struggle was going on beneath his composed expression.
His heart, which could always remain calm, restrained, and rational, reacted to a single phrase as if a small pebble had been thrown into an ancient well with no ripples, creating a soft plop and slowly causing circles of ripples to spread across the water's surface.
