In the old Fu residence, it was a cold night. The wind blew, and the rain flowed through the eaves and down to the ground, scattering dead branches and leaves all over…
After drinking the glass of milk, Song Fengwan was sitting cross-legged on the bed and studying. Fu Chen knocked on the door and entered.
"Resolved?" Song Fengwan looked up at him.
Fu Chen didn't say anything and directly sat beside her.
"He's actually a good person."
Fu Chen casually picked up the English vocabulary book she had placed aside. "What did you say?"
Good person?
Does this girl know who she's describing?
"He didn't know about our relationship and still wanted to let me go. Although he reprimanded me, he did so out of goodwill. He probably thought I was the kind of person who wanted to climb into your bed."
