บท 115: Honesty

Fu Ying stopped what he was doing and frowned slightly. "You really went to work at that magazine agency?"

He had guessed that this would happen. Zhang Zhe was the chief editor of the magazine agency, so Mo Rao could only go there to work.

His questioning tone made Mo Rao's heart skip a beat. She looked at Fu Ying stubbornly. "What else? Do you think my job has embarrassed you?"

"Do you think that's what I mean?" Fu Ying wasn't in the mood to eat. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked coldly.

"What else do you mean? Are you praising me?" Mo Rao had become sharp-tongued and spoke harshly.

This was all forced by Fu Ying!

Fu Ying looked at Mo Rao, who was like a little hedgehog with thorns all over her body. The unhappiness in his heart intensified. "Isn't the living allowance I gave you enough?"

If it wasn't enough, she should just say so. Was there a need to do such manual labor?

She would go blind from the intense work!