Finally, Fu Han turned away her gaze, not looking at He Xing any longer, but the color on her face did not turn as unsightly as before.
After finishing the last sip of beer, Fu Xingbo slowly put the bottle down and said to He Xing, "Fu Han is leaving for M Country the day after tomorrow. I was thinking about having dinner with Grandpa He and you tomorrow night. I don't have Grandpa He's number, so could you ask if he is available?"
"The day after tomorrow? So soon?" He Xing looked at Fu Han as if he had heard a bolt from the blue, even though he had found out about this news last night. But right now, his heart still couldn't accept it.
Feeling his gaze, Fu Han raised her head to look at He Xing and said word by word, "Yes, a ticket for early the day after tomorrow. I'll leave after I see Grandpa."
The last trace of color drained from He Xing's face, and he stubbornly stared at Fu Han, as if he wanted to force her to retract her statement with his gaze alone.