Compared to Beijing, Yun City was just a small place. What wind had blown this master here tonight?
Song Fengwan turned around.
The chandelier in the living room was warm and yellow. This person was actually so fair that he was dazzling, and…
He looked like a troublemaker who liked to attract trouble.
He was thin and fair. He was wrapped in a slightly bloated down jacket. Perhaps because he noticed Song Fengwan's gaze, he suddenly smiled at her. There was a wicked aura in his bones, and he seemed like a bad boy when he smiled.
It had nothing to do with romance, but it was soul-stirring.
Staring at Song Fengwan, his gaze became even more arrogant.
Fu Chen suddenly raised his foot and kicked him.
"Oh my god, who the f*ck…" He turned his head and met Fu Chen's gaze.
"My foot slipped," a certain someone said directly.
'I'm going to beat you to death, you bastard. How dare you say such a lame reason?'
