The cold wind blew, making the shadows of the trees sway. When the overlapping shadows landed on Yan Wangchuan, he appeared even darker.
Song Fengwan moved slightly toward Fu Chen and lowered her voice. "Third Brother, are you feeling awkward now?"
Fu Chen glanced at her and didn't say anything. How could I have known that Yan Wangchuan would return so quickly?
Fu Chen had always been good at scheming against people, and he had always been the one plotting against others. But this time, he felt like he had been thrown away after being used, making him extremely unhappy.
"Senior Brother, you went to Nanjiang in the morning. Why are you back so soon?" Qiao Aiyun took out her keys from her bag. Although she was surprised, she felt a little sweetness in her heart.
Yan Wangchuan didn't say anything and just stepped back to let her open the door, his eyes fixed on Fu Chen.
