The two won were engrossed in their conversation, completely ignoring Fang Zhou, which left him stunned.
He had just finished his call with Li Siming and turned around to see a familiar figure sitting next to Han Xi.
A closer look revealed it was none other than Han Xi’s best friend, Guo Zhu—the sa Guo Zhu who had once beaten him up after trapping him in a sack!
Fang Zhou quickly turned around to avoid Guo Zhu’s gaze, thinking to himself, “Damn, how did I get so lucky today?”
Visiting Han Xi’s ho, he first encountered her butler, and now Guo Zhu! This woman was much more impulsive than Han Xi; she’d really beat up a scumbag.
Fang Zhou quietly moved his steps, contemplating whether he should just slip away.
Although the villa was on a mountain, far from any place he could catch a ride,
He’d rather walk out on foot than stay here any longer.
It was really awkward. What would Guo Zhu’s reaction be when she saw him?
Would she co over and beat him up again? It wasn’t the beating he was afraid of, but the awkwardness.
Better safe than sorry, Fang Zhou thought.
But just as he moved a couple of steps, Han Xi noticed and softly called out to him, “Done with your call?”
Guo Zhu also noticed the man standing by the wall at this mont.
She had been so focused on catching up with Han Xi that she hadn’t noticed anyone else there.
She had assud he was one of Han Xi’s bodyguards or servants.
Fang Zhou, with no choice but to answer, said, “Yeah, I finished my call. I just rembered I have sothing to take care of at ho, so I’ll head back now!”
With that, he intended to make his escape, but Han Xi had already seen through his intentions and loudly stopped him.
“What’s the rush? Didn’t you say you wanted to try out the computer before leaving?”
Their exchange piqued Guo Zhu’s curiosity.
Who was this guy? How could he make Han Xi personally ask him to stay?
She slowly stood up, walked behind Fang Zhou, and said with a smile, “Since Han Xi is so warmly inviting you, wouldn’t it be a bit rude to leave?”
Fang Zhou, now standing just a step away from Guo Zhu, felt as though he was standing on the edge of a cliff.
Was today his lucky day or what? Should he buy a lottery ticket?
Well, he’d almost repaid his past sins; a bit more wouldn’t hurt.
Fang Zhou, with a resigned sigh, turned around to face both Guo Zhu and Han Xi.
Guo Zhu’s smiling face froze as soon as she saw Fang Zhou.
She gritted her teeth, glancing at Han Xi with a look that seed to say, “Really, him?”
Han Xi just couldn’t seem to stay away from this man.
After being hurt so deeply, she brought him to her ho. Were they really getting back together?
Guo Zhu felt like the real fool here.
Maybe she was just the clown ddling and splitting up two lovebirds.
“Okay, okay, you guys really know how to play. Am I just a part of your gas?”
Guo Zhu sneered, feeling she had been the biggest fool.
Thinking she was helping her friend escape misery, she had beaten Fang Zhou, only for Han Xi to dive back into the sa misery.
The disappointnt and anger on Guo Zhu’s face were too evident, making Han Xi anxious.
She knew her friend was just overwheld with emotions and wouldn’t fall out with her over a man.
So she quickly pulled Guo Zhu aside, softening her tone, “You haven’t eaten, right? I’ve asked Uncle Luo to make your favorite black pepper spaghetti. How about that?”
Fang Zhou saw this as a chance to make ands and imdiately volunteered.
“No need to trouble Uncle Luo; I can make it. Let do it!”
Guo Zhu ignored him, only snorting in response, but she didn’t leave either.
Han Xi gave Fang Zhou a look, signaling him to go to the kitchen.
Then she pulled Guo Zhu back to the seat, chatting about happy things to cheer her up.
About ten minutes later, Guo Zhu had mostly cald down.
After all, she couldn’t fall out with Han Xi over this; she was her best friend.
But thinking about Han Xi going on a dating show for this man and investing in his studio, it felt so out of character for Han Xi.
Was this love-struck Han Xi really the cold and unfeeling person she knew?
But Guo Zhu also knew Han Xi was incredibly loyal. Once she considered soone as her own, they would always receive her protection.
Soon, Fang Zhou brought out the spaghetti, standing nervously on the side, waiting for Guo Zhu to try it.
He expected Guo Zhu wouldn’t eat it, given how much she hated him.
But he made the plate of pasta hoping to make ands for his past mistakes.
Guo Zhu glanced at the plate and imdiately began to criticize.
“The presentation is so ugly. Is this even edible?”
Under the table, Han Xi lightly tapped Guo Zhu’s leg, signaling her not to go too far.
Guo Zhu gave her a look, as if to say, “Don’t be too soft. I’m warning you.”
This was just a comnt on the presentation. Was Han Xi already feeling sorry for him?
Fang Zhou kept his eyes down, not minding the criticism. He had anticipated Guo Zhu would say sothing harsh, even break the plate.
“Hmph.”
After a while, Guo Zhu finally picked up her fork and slowly took a bite, chewing before gulping down water.
She sneered, “It’s terrible. Is this all you can do, or did you make it bad on purpose?”
Fang Zhou gave an awkward smile, not minding. He raised an eyebrow and said, “If it’s not good, I can make another one.”
“Hmph, no need. I’m not eating anymore.”
Guo Zhu put down the fork. She realized Fang Zhou was prepared for her cold remarks.
She thought, “Forget it. After all, their business is more important than my reactions. My words won’t change anything.”
If Fang Zhou dared hurt Han Xi again, she would make sure he ended up in jail.
Being Han Xi’s friend wasn’t for the fainthearted.
Guo Zhu might seem carefree, but she wasn’t a naive, pampered girl. She knew how to handle things and wouldn’t just cry and do nothing; she was no pushover.
In fact, Guo Zhu’s true nature was like Han Xi’s—they were wolves. Only in front of those they genuinely cared about would they disguise themselves as sheep.
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