"You've upset her again?"
Lu Ci brought a glass of wine over to Fu Shihan, glancing in the direction of Su Wanxin with interest.
"It seems like she's really fuming."
It was easy to tell when Su Wanxin was angry, unlike Fu Shihan, who could keep cool anytime, anywhere like an old turtle.
Fu Shihan raised his glass to take a sip, thinking to say "I announced our marriage." But he choked the words back at the last moment.
Wan God said to keep his lips sealed; he couldn't just blabber about it. So he had to come up with an alternative answer on the fly.
"I didn't provoke her."
Lu Ci raised his eyebrows, clearly not believing him. But he didn't press the matter, just quietly watching the drama.
Su Wanxin and Fu Shihan had already publicly clashed at the economic forum that afternoon, their tension as palpable as if they were openly quarreling.
But they used professional terminology, a perfect example of a "civilized and lawful quarrel."
