Chapter 697

On the way home, Fu Sihan was always distracted. He knew that Fu Zhengchao wouldn't let this matter go easily. Out of fear, Fu Sihan didn't even dare to turn on his phone, he turned off the ringtone completely. Upon reaching home, James, in his apron, was cooking. Seeing Fu Sihan come back, he shouted, "Why did you come back so late? Are you still eating? If you're not eating, I'll eat it myself." Fu Sihan was momentarily stunned and then he looked up at James and said, "I will eat." James had a bandage wrapped around his forehead and his leg was injured, but he was still quite cheerful. Fu Sihan thought that he would have at least some post-traumatic issues, but psychological illness seemed to have no effect on James. He had almost been killed today, but here he was happily humming a tune while making dinner. Fu Sihan couldn't figure out this kind of person, James. In fact, more of it was envy. James stir-fried some peppers and meat, Fu Sihan didn't eat spicy food, so this was for him