This time, after hearing Fu Yan's words, Zhang Yuehong didn't take offense. She silently ate the food before her as if Fu Yan had said nothing at all. This abnormal behavior didn't concern Fu Yan; he just assumed she had taken his words to heart and decided to keep quiet.
Fu Ya, however, keenly sensed that something was not quite right with Zhang Yuehong. Don't ask how she knew—it was a woman's intuition.
"Zhang Yuehong, weren't you very arrogant before? Why are you suddenly so quiet?" Fu Ya taunted. "You're like a mouse!"
Zhang Yuehong heard Fu Ya's provocative words but still ignored her. She shot her a fierce glare before lowering her head to continue eating.
