Thick-skinned, Eating His Fill

His heart tightened a little.

The path was so short that he couldn't bear to take a step.

His pace slowed. He wished there was no end to this path. He could hold her and keep walking.

When they returned to the villa, Jin An had yet to pick Shi Qian up.

"Put me down. I'll walk in myself."

"Are you sure you want to walk that cobblestone path barefoot?"

"Do you still want to carry me into the house?" Shi Qian asked.

"Can't I? Although we're divorced, I believe Old Master and my mother also want to see us get along peacefully."

"President Fu, are you sure we're just getting along peacefully with each other?"

"Isn't that so? Shi Qian, do you have any other thoughts about me?" Fu Sinian asked with a smile.

"No!"

"Then why are you so flustered?"

"I'm flustered? When am I flustered?"