บท 393: She Felt Like A Cunning Mistress

Fang Heyang knelt on the ground like a child with his head tilted as he looked up at Lin Yiqian's face.

Fans of Fu Zhong's team were beginning to feel curious about Lin Yiqian's identity.

"Heyang, is this your relative?" Someone asked directly.

Fang Heyang's facial expression turned gloomy. "What does it have to do with you?"

His gaze did not linger on the person as he continued to look at Lin Yiqian.

"Thank you," Lin Yiqian said after composing herself as she accepted the bottle of water from Fang Heyang.

However, she did not drink from it. Instead, she lifted her head and looked across to the man wearing the number 'one' jersey, whose gaze coincidentally met hers.

Perhaps it was because she was wearing a cap and a face mask, she no longer felt guilty as she stared right back at him.

"Mommy, Daddy is coming over."

Lin Yiqian had not realized that the man was walking toward them.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.