C605 Mischief

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

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

Huang Xing emphasized: I don't hate you, I've never hated you. Even though there were times when he was unable to make head or tail of it. But I can't hate it! Because in my heart, you are always the most perfect