Rendered speechless, Fu Qi stopped in front of Chen Yequ, ignoring his words. He raised his well-defined fingers and pointed to the coat on Chen Yequ's body, getting straight to the point, "Lend this to me."
Chen Yequ was at a loss for words.
Without giving Chen Yequ a chance to refuse, Fu Qi said, "Thanks."
Today was the centennial anniversary of the establishment of the Law School at Nanxun University. The dean of the Law School specially invited Fu Qi to come back as a representative of outstanding alumni to give a speech to the students. Chen Yequ, on the other hand, stubbornly tagged along under the pretext of meeting new beautiful girls.
Fu Qi didn't expect to run into that person here, let alone get wet. He couldn't go on stage wearing a soaking wet shirt, and he didn't have the habit of bringing an extra set of clothes when going out. So he had to borrow Chen Yequ's suit jacket temporarily.
