The next day, when Fu Ting came out of his room, Cen Juan happened to come out as well.
The man was wearing a white shirt. His figure was tall and slender, and his temperament was always seductive and elegant.
Fu Ting lowered her head. When she walked past him, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Fu Ting's eyelashes trembled slightly. She lifted her eyes slightly and met the other party's gaze.
He looked up at her with a lovey-dovey gaze." I'm going on a blind date. What do you have to say to me?""
Fu Ting thought about it and clenched her small fists carefully." Good luck.""
".."
Cen Juan lowered his eyes, and suddenly, a trace of haze appeared in his eyes.
He knew that he had been chasing Fu Ting all this while, and Fu Ting was only thinking about Fu Pei. She had no romantic feelings for him yet.
