Fu Tingyu sat there straight and tall with his long legs crossed and one hand propping up his chin. Even if he didn't say anything, he was still surrounded by a powerful aura and looked aloof.
He looked at her with his pitch-black eyes.
He had been a little impatient to see the girl from the moment he saw the pink letter.
He liked the meaning of the poem.
The girl's special way of showing him the poem made him even happier.
He could ignore the authenticity of everything when he was happy.
Qin Shu put her schoolbag aside and looked up into the man's deep-set eyes. She felt a little guilty for some reason.
The man had taken the time to pick her up. Could it be because of the pink letter in the morning?
Fu Tingyu stared at the girl with his deep-set eyes and asked in a deep voice, "How did you do it?"
