Song Fengwan returned to the living room in shock. When she thought of Fu Chen protecting her just now, she still felt shy.
Why did she always lose her composure when she met him?
"Wan Wan."
"Cousin." Song Fengwan took a deep breath and adjusted her breathing.
Qiao Xiyan came downstairs. He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. Two buttons were unbuttoned at the collar. His phoenix-shaped eyes and thin lips were thin, and his black hair was messy, giving off a wild and unruly aura. His eyes were sharp, making people not dare to approach him.
His gaze landed on Song Fengwan, but his fingers were fastened with cufflinks. His knuckles were long and well-proportioned.
"Mr. Qiao." Mr. Nian smiled and lowered his eyes to greet him. "Breakfast will still have to wait for a while. You can walk around the courtyard with Miss Song."
