Fu Sinian, who has dominated the scene for years, fears nothing, not even the heavens. Even if the emperor himself stood before him, he might bow down under Fu Sinian's aura.
He's accustomed to life at the top, feeling how lonely it is to be unbeatable.
But at this moment, Fu Sinian truly felt the fear within him.
It was Qin Moxi's tears, each drop falling directly into his heart.
"Don't cry, sweetheart." Fu Sinian wiped Qin Moxi's tears with his Givenchy limited edition handkerchief, gently caressing her delicate face, "Isn't your brother okay? Why cry?"
Once Qin Moxi started crying, she couldn't stop. She turned to Fu Sinian, "You obviously knew all along... Why didn't you tell me?"
She took his hand away from her cheek and held it.
Her hand was a bit cold, so Fu Sinian turned up the air conditioning in the car.
Fu Sinian remained silent, probably for the same reasons as before, not wanting to tell Qin Moxi to avoid worrying her or putting her in danger.
