After Shu Wan had quietly fallen asleep, Fu Siyu, carrying the remaining bowl of sweet soup, knocked on Fu Yang's door.
After knocking three times, no one answered, but the sound of a video game could faintly be heard.
The doors in the Estate were set to automatic sensing, and Fu Siyu had the highest authority. He reached out his hand, pressed the sensor area at the door, and the door opened.
As Fu Siyu had expected, Fu Yang was playing video games.
He wasn't wearing headphones, clearly having heard the knocking but choosing to ignore it.
Fu Siyu walked into the room, closed the door behind him, and then placed the sweet soup on the table.
Fu Yang glanced at it, his expression growing colder, "Don't bother me."
He was already irritated because his best teammate hadn't come online today, and he'd lost three games in a row.
Fu Yang was like a volcano ready to erupt, and Fu Siyu was the giant spark.
