Lan Xiu did not say anything. He just looked silently at Fujiwara.
Seeing that he did not move, Fujiwara paused for a moment. A moment later, a cold smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and drank the wine.
"You weren't like this in the past. If you have something to say, just say it. Before coming here, I was already prepared. You must have a lot to say to me."
As Fujiwara spoke, he straightened his back slightly and took the wine bottle. He poured himself some wine before leaning back on the chair behind him. He raised his deep gaze and looked indifferently at Lan Xiu in front of him, "Didn't you not want to answer my calls before because you knew that I would come here sooner or later?"
"You've always known my determination."
As Fujiwara spoke, the gaze in his eyes became even deeper. He lowered his eyes indifferently and reached out to pick up the wine glass again. He drank it indifferently.
