When Shi Yan finished looking through the papers, he had a bad premonition. It was as if he had seen a will. He raised his head and looked at Lord Fu. Was Lord Fu telling him what to do after he passed away?
Pfft, pfft, pfft!
What nonsense was he talking about?
He had to do what Lord Fu told him to do.
Shi Yan looked at Lord Fu who was in front of the table. He wanted to ask but didn't dare to. In the end, he turned around and walked out.
Fu Tingyu looked at the sugar figurine on the right and saw the lady's smiling face. He lifted his slender fingers and caressed the lady's smiling eyes.
At the foot of the mountain.
Qin Shu was carrying a backpack and holding a bag in her hands. She even put on a coat. The old man was right. The temperature in the mountain was low. Just standing at the foot of the mountain, one could feel a chill seeping into one's pores. It caused her goosebumps to rise uncontrollably.
