What did she just witness?
The luxurious room was lit up with faint yellow lighting and there was someone seated on the wine red couch. It was Fu Qinglun.
By now, Fu Qinglun had removed his black trench coat, and he was wearing a navy blue shirt with black trousers. As he slumped against the couch with his long legs crossed, he exuded a dignified aura.
His personal assistant stood behind him and the butler had a pair of white gloves on while he poured some limited French red wine into the wine glass, passing it over into Fu Qinglun's hands. "Young Master."
Fu Qinglun stretched his arm out to receive the glass, placing one of his arm on the couch while he took a sip of the wine. His gaze then riveted on Lin Shiyu, giving her an impassive glance.
Lin Shiyu, "…"
Why was it him?
Why did Fu Qinglun even come?
Was he here to have fun?
