From large-scale renovations to the placement of these small objects.
Ji Xue'er felt increasingly perplexed but dared not display much doubt.
"I know your background; there's no need to act in front of me here."
Fu Yihan took out a bottle of high-end red wine and stepped closer to Ji Xue'er.
The wine cork popped open with a soft sound.
A few drops of red wine splashed onto the white coffee table in front of Ji Xue'er.
The white marble table surface gathered a few crimson drops, adding a beauty reminiscent of fresh blood.
Ji Xue'er remained silent.
Her background—this Fu Yihan had likely already studied it thoroughly since the first day they met.
Since that's the case, Ji Xue'er had nothing left to hide.
But she couldn't help doubting the research she'd been engrossed in all this time and wondering how this man still managed such a comprehensive analysis under the current circumstances.
"Sticking with Fu Yihan won't lead you to a good ending."
