Fang Zichen took a step in.
They could not believe that their Madam, whom they seldom saw, had suddenly walked in.
They looked at the expression on Han Chengen's face and hastily took their leave.
Fang Zichen gazed at Han Chengen.
Although she seemed to lead her life without a care for the world, in reality, it was not that she really did not care. It was just that Han Chengen did not want her to bother about worldly affairs, so she had never bothered with them either.
She reached out her hand and grasped the front of Han Chengen's jacket. She looked at him from the closest distance possible. "Chengen, what exactly happened?"
"Nothing happened…"
