After Fu Chen said this, Song Fengwan couldn't stay any longer. She was nervous and felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. "Cousin, Third Master, I'll go study."
Before the two of them could say anything, she hurriedly ran toward the second floor.
Fu Chen chuckled. She ran up the stairs two steps at a time, as if there was an evil spirit chasing after her.
After the news broadcast ended, Fu Chen and Qiao Xiyan finished watching the weather forecast and then went back to their rooms to rest.
Qiao Xiyan had driven over from Suzhou before dawn, so he was very tired. After taking a shower, he went to the art studio room to look for Song Fengwan.
He didn't expect Fu Chen to specially set aside a room for her to study. It was quiet, and the atmosphere was good.
He personally felt that Fu Chen was not as cold and ruthless as the rumors said.
