"Fu Er, send me your location."
"What for?" Fu Xingzhou, considering he was kindly helping, casually sent over his location.
"To collect gambling debts."
Tang Jingyao happily forwarded the screenshot to He Xuan and Liang Zheng: "You agreed to the bet, gentleman. Accept the loss."
Who said Fu Er would definitely not come back? There he was, already back in arms.
Fu Xingzhou was unaware that the three were betting on him; he was earnestly pondering over Tang Jingyao's words.
Then, he patiently waited.
Sure enough, Ye Yan's crying gradually subsided, the shaking of her shoulders weakened, and she nestled in his arms like a pitiful little cat.
He gently rubbed the little cat's head.
The warmth from the palm on her head seeped through her scalp, spreading to every limb.
She seemed to suddenly awaken and hurriedly lifted her head from his embrace.
His clothes were damp with a large patch from tears and the runny nose, crumpled and somewhat pitiable to behold.