Fu Ting had expected Fu Pei's popularity. She had already made arrangements with the public relations department, and the fan club, anti-triad group, and control review group that belonged to Fu Pei had been activated.
Fu Ting breathed a sigh of relief after she was done. Her father had successfully taken the first step. With her care, her father would soon reach the top.
Fu Ting happily opened the door and went downstairs to get some water. It was already night time, and there was only a small light in the living room, which looked a little dim.
Cen Juan was nestled on the sofa as if he had just returned home. He was wearing a black shirt, and his face was outlined in the dim light, making him look deep and distinct.
Hearing Fu Ting's footsteps, the man looked up and swept his gaze over. His expression was not obvious, and his voice was unhurried." Where did you go today?""
Fu Ting replied subconsciously," Didn't I tell you? I'm going to visit a friend.""
