Fu Youhan's appearance surprised everyone present.
Jiang Moxi frowned, "Why are you here?"
Fu Youhan's handsome face bore a smile: "Came to see a certain woman who's nearly drained me dry, how else could she cuckold me?"
Jiang Moxi: "..."
The way he put it, it sounded like she had forced herself on him last night.
But that seemed to be the truth.
Indeed, last night Fu Youhan had refused to get serious; it was her who made the first move...
Thinking of this, Jiang Moxi's beautiful face blushed a shade redder.
Ye Chen and Yu Dingding, on the other hand, acted as if they had just stumbled upon some incredible secret.
Ye Chen even couldn't help but admire in his mind: As expected of my Brother Han, a man of few words but decisive actions, got things done in no time.
Luckily, at this moment, Feng Yu had gone to fetch fruit tea for Jiang Moxi; otherwise, with what he just said, there would undoubtedly be another wronged soul lingering in this orchard.
