C205 Not My Type

The night came, at the villa of Fu family.

At the dining table, Xia Ling was eating her dinner absent-mindedly. From time to time, she stole a glance at Fu Yuntine.

Noticing someone's gaze, Fu Yuntine put down his chopsticks and looked at her with interest, "What is it? Did you suddenly realize that I am very handsome?"

Something was wrong with this woman today.

If she wanted to look