Fu Ting put on her gown. When she went downstairs, she saw that Cen Juan had also finished packing.
The man was also dressed in a formal suit today. He wore a black suit jacket with a white shirt on the inside. It was tucked in his black suit pants, making his figure look slender and tall.
He looked up at Fu Ting.
The little girl was crystal clear and beautiful. She looked even more exquisite and beautiful in the gown, easily giving Cen Juan visual enjoyment.
A hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. He strode to Fu Ting's side, lowered his head slightly, and asked in a gentlemanly manner," Sister, can you help Brother fix his collar?""
Fu Ting glanced at him and tiptoed to give him face. She carefully helped him adjust his pleated collar.
Cen Juan's body was slightly bent as he propped his hands behind his back. He schemed to get closer to her, and the clean and pleasant scent on his body enveloped Fu Ting.
