Fang Yingying’s gaze was evasive.
Fang Yi couldn’t help but light a cigarette.
"Hey, you’re still smoking even though you have a cold," Fang Yingying imdiately said.
"Don’t worry, I won’t die," Fang Yi replied.
"I’m not concerned about whether you die or not, I’m just thinking you’re bringing this on yourself," Fang Yingying said.
"Is that so? If you hadn’t co last night and taken my blanket, would I have caught a cold?" Fang Yi retorted.
"Well, about that..."
Fang Yingying’s eyes darted around, and after a while, she pouted and said, "It’s not like I made you give the blanket."
Fang Yi smirked, "So, it’s my fault?"
"..."
Fang Yingying was montarily speechless.
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes again and said, "What exactly do you want? How about we settle this in a showdown?"
Fang Yi exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled, "Are you sure you can beat ?"
Fang Yingying shrunk her neck and fell silent.
"Tell , how did you find ?" Fang Yi asked, changing the subject.
In fact, Fang Yi was also a bit surprised; he’d never thought he’d be careless enough to get tracked, especially by Fang Yingying.
He was always the one tracking others, never the other way around.
Yet, Fang Yingying had managed it.
"Didn’t you take that bottle of Erguotou I gave you last night? I placed a tiny tracker at the bottom," Fang Yingying whispered, finally giving Fang Yi an answer.
Fang Yi said, "But even if you knew I entered this hotel, how could you know which room I was in?"
Fang Yingying replied, "That was easy. Money talks; I gave the hotel front desk a few Xuan Cang bills, and they easily told your room number and even gave a room key."
At this point, Fang Yingying was quite pleased with herself.
"You should be thankful it was you tracked last night," Fang Yi suddenly said.
This comnt froze the smug expression on Fang Yingying’s pretty face.
"Wh...what do you an?"
"Do you think if it had been soone else, and you sneaked into their room last night, what would have happened to you?" Fang Yi questioned.
"..."
Fang Yingying was suddenly at a loss for words.
Last night, Fang Yi had only startled her from behind.
If soone else had been behind her, the outco might have been different.
The more Fang Yingying thought about it, the more frightened she beca.
But she still argued, "Are you trying to say you’re a good person?"
Fang Yi shook his head, "I’m not exactly a good person... But you’re a girl; don’t randomly follow others like a stalker. If sothing happens, there won’t be a place for you to cry."
Fang Yi took another drag on his cigarette, but without finishing it, he extinguished it, stood up, and put on his coat, heading towards the bedroom door.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going!" Fang Yingying imdiately got up.
Fang Yi paused, turned back with a smile, and said, "Ho."
"Isn’t your ho in Tianjing?"
Fang Yingying was extrely puzzled and confused. Ever since Fang Tianqi died and Fang Yi’s identity was revealed, it was known he had the Fang Family’s bloodline. He was one of the Fang Family, and that should be his ho.
But now he was saying he was going ho?
Just as Fang Yingying was wondering, Fang Yi’s voice rang out again:
"The Fang Family may be great, but it’s not the ho in my heart."
"Then where is your ho?"
"My ho..."
Fang Yi took a deep breath and said, "Is where the people who have a place for in their hearts are."
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