Daddy Pei, I Was Talking About This Ab

By hook or by crook, Fu Sichen had managed to bring his love interest back to his apartment.

His ulterior motive was shameless enough.

Pei Zhen was unaware of that sort of calculated manoeuver. Glancing at the loitering reporters at the hotel entrance, he made an annoyed noise.

Fu Sichen tried to suppress his own glee and took a step forward. "Reporters are around. You can't go home."

Pei Zhen frowned. "Yeah, I probably can't leave."

"You'll have to stay here."

No matter how wildly his heart was beating, the dashing-looking man put up a calm front, looking as decent as decent could get.

"Don't be anxious," Pei Zhen turned at look at him and said in a comforting manner, "Even if there's only the two of us, rest assured I won't try anything funny. I promise."

Excuse me?! Fu Sichen thought something wasn't quite right. Why was he feeling so out of sorts?