Today was Fu Chen's home ground. He was wearing the simplest black and white suit, looking extremely noble and exquisite. Even his buttons were meticulously fastened to his collar. At this moment, his tie was gone, and his collar was slightly open.
He was originally an abstinent and cold person, but at this moment, he was tainted with a little secularity.
His hair was also slightly messy. The lights in the banquet hall landed on him. Although he looked calm, there was also a hint of arrogance.
"Third Uncle." Fu Yuxiu was the closest and brought Jiang Fengya along.
Every time he faced Fu Chen, he couldn't help feeling nervous. Moreover, Fu Chen was different today.
His gaze was even sharper and colder.
"Third Master." Jiang Fengya didn't dare to look Fu Chen in the eye.
She was afraid of this man. Just now, when their eyes met for a short moment, she felt a sharp murderous aura that made her entire back feel cold.
