Fu Yang stood up displeased, and without giving Fu Siyu a glance, he swaggered out as if nothing had happened.
But just as he reached the doorway, Fu Siyu called out to him, "Hungry?"
"No," Fu Yang replied with a sneer, "I just came down for some ice-cold Coke. I'm planning to pull an all-nighter gaming with my teammates, need to stay sharp."
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than his stomach inconveniently let out a growl.
Fu Yang pursed his lips and unconsciously glanced at Fu Siyu, meeting his deep gaze, feeling as if all his secrets had been laid bare.
Being in the throes of teenage rebellion, the thing Fu Yang hated most was this sense of being controlled by someone he disliked. He felt an immediate surge of impatience.
He turned around, grabbed two bottles of Coke so cold that ice had formed inside them, and prepared to go upstairs.
But as he walked past Fu Siyu, Fu Siyu simply took them away from him.
