Song Fengwan calmed down in her room for a few minutes before bracing herself to walk out. Fu Chen had already changed his clothes.
He was wearing a light gray sweater and black pants. His black hair was half-dry, and he looked elegant and gentle, but he also exuded a hint of evil and perverseness.
"Let's eat." Fu Chen had already opened the lunch box. The dumplings had been placed there for a long time, and they were already a little sticky.
He opened the dumplings one by one and separated the good ones from the bad ones. He pushed the ones that weren't broken to Song Fengwan.
"Third Master, actually, I don't mind…" This thoughtfulness made Song Fengwan feel uneasy.
He was good-looking and so considerate. Although his temper was a little strange, he was rich and had a nice figure. Whoever married him in the future had probably saved the galaxy in their previous life.
