"Hmm?" Jiang Nuan looked up, utterly confused, "What's wrong with my boyfriend?"
The maid immediately misunderstood, sparing a silent tear of sympathy for Fu Yi in her heart, her expression resembling constipation, vehemently shaking her hand, "No, nothing, I was just saying randomly, don't mind it, have some porridge! It won't taste good once it gets cold."
The gentleman took care of Miss Susan all night, only to find out she already has a boyfriend, not even getting a chance to confess, truly the first tragic event of the new century, so tragic it's heartbreaking.
No wonder the gentleman didn't let me tell Miss Susan about looking after her last night, even if I did tell her, it would probably be a rejection.
Fu Yi: ???
