On the surface, he had to act, so Huo Jingting naturally had to play along to the end. He extended his hand and offered a faint smile, "Mr. Fu Ling, nice to meet you."
But the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes.
The gazes of the two men were stuck in a deadlock, seemingly calm, but the atmosphere around them became increasingly strange.
Those in the know were well aware that behind this seemingly calm handshake lay a match of equals between the two men.
Neither was willing to let go, each gripping the other's hand tightly, each using more force than the last, intentionally causing the other pain.
Gu Nanqiao saw the veins popping on the backs of their hands and frowned slightly, "What, do you plan to hold hands for a lifetime?"
The two men then reluctantly let go of their hands.
Gu Nanqiao's gaze swept over Fu Lingfeng's hand and caught a glimpse of his wedding ring, slightly taken aback.