"Then, Qian Qian and Mr. Yue, we will go ahead first," Yue Ran said.
"Okay, Ran—" Fu Chen quickly stopped his words and let out a small fake cough before continuing, "I mean, Miss Yue, please walk slowly."
When the figures of the two people were gone from Qi Qian and Fu Chen's eyes and the pure white end of the beautiful girl's dress could no longer be seen, it was then that Fu Chen was finally able to withdraw his gaze.
"Brother Fu Chen," Qi Qian said. There was a little bit of almost imperceptible resentment and affection in her tone.
Fu Chen only lowered his head and did not look at the girl in front of him.
"Qian Qian, do not target her," he said.
Fu Chen's voice was a little different from the one he used just now. This voice sounded clearer and gentler. It was a voice that came slowly, trickling into one's ears like the sound of a cello, beautiful and pleasant. But what the man said made Qi Qian feel a little cold.
