"Fu Yi, how's it going? Did you find out who owns that car?" Cui Jiangjing hadn't even walked over when his voice arrived first.
Fu Yi was dressed casually today, at a glance looking like a fresh-out-of-college student. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose gave him an air of a refined rogue. He pushed the frames up with his slender fingers and nodded a few words to the person speaking beside him. That person glanced curiously toward Cui Jiangjing, nodded, and walked away first.
Only then did Fu Yi turn around, rubbing his throbbing temples as he said helplessly, "Didn't I tell you not to call me that in public?"
Cui Jiangjing had already slung an arm over his shoulder, grinning cheekily. "Haha, come on, it's not like I called you 'Number Two.' Relax, no one will think too much of it."
Fu Yi shoved his arm away in disgust, his narrow eyes hidden behind the non-prescription gold glasses filled with danger. "Try saying it once, I dare you."
