Xie Ying knew he was just feeling shy, so she cleared her throat. "Ahem, listen up, Fu Wujin, my father praised you yesterday."
"Praising me?" Fu Wujin spun around so fast he nearly tumbled right out of his chair.
Startled, Xie Ying rushed over, though she never stopped to think: if Fu Wujin had actually fallen, her delicate little frame wouldn't have caught him at all.
Chapter 137