At the breakfast table, Qiao Xiyan and Duan Linbai were staring each other in the eye. It was indescribably strange.
On the other side, Song Fengwan was already knocking on the door of the study.
"Come in." Fu Chen's voice was hoarse.
When Song Fengwan pushed the door open, Fu Chen was bending over the desk and copying scriptures. The smoke from burning agarwood was wafting from the incense burner, slowly rising up. Today, he was listening to 'The Drunken Concubine', and the voices of the female characters were mellow.
"Third Master."
Fu Chen looked up at her. She was wearing a light green dress, revealing a part of her fair calves. The dress had an off-shoulder design, showing her slender and delicate collarbone. There was a red string hanging around her neck, and on the end of the string was a Ruyi jade about the size of a thumb. Just by looking at it, he could tell that the workmanship was exquisite and that it wasn't an ordinary product.
