C607 Mischief

In the face of Fu Jie's questioning, other than shaking his head, what else could Huang Xing possibly have?

Fu Jie sighed softly. You must hate me. You. You don't have to admit it.

Huang Xing emphasized: I don't hate you, I've never hated you. Although sometimes, it was indeed … He didn't quite get it. But I can't hate it! Because in my heart, you are always the most perfect