Fu qingchen stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Nangong Yu. His cold eyes were emotionless and his voice was indifferent.
"it's your business that you like me, but i, yingluo, have never liked you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu qingchen pushed the young girl away with his foot and walked in the direction ahead without looking back.
Nangong Yu's body was paralyzed on the ground. She stared at Fu qingchen's back as he left, her eyes filled with despair and ridicule.
……
At the inn.
In the room upstairs, a man stood in front of the window. His long green robe fluttered in the wind, and his hands were behind his back. His figure was tall and slender.
Behind the man was a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had a dignified appearance, and his aura was cold and bloody. He had the prestige of a general.
