"I'll wait for you in the courtyard." Qiao Xiyan nodded and sized up the legendary Third Master Fu.
As a man, he was too exquisite. Even his fingers were pure white.
It was as if he was a polished warm jade. He was well-proportioned and slender, and every inch was exquisite.
He was indeed pampered.
"Okay," Fu Chen said as he closed the door and entered the house.
He had expected Qiao Xiyan to look for him. Since he could personally send Song Fengwan here, it wouldn't make sense if he didn't remind him of certain things.
When Fu Chen arrived at the courtyard, Qiao Xiyan was standing under the street lamp and smoking. Green smoke curled up from his fingertips and enveloped him in a faint fog. He heard the commotion and tilted his head to take a look.
His eyes were as deep as the sea as he watched Fu Chen walk in. He threw the cigarette butt to the ground and raised his foot to extinguish it.
