When Song Fengwan saw that the person at the door was Fu Chen, she was stunned for a few seconds. "Third Master, wait a moment!"
She turned around and went back to her room to put on a coat. After confirming that she was dressed appropriately, she opened the door.
"Third Master, why are you here?" She retreated to the side and let him enter the room.
Fu Chen's gaze swept past her calmly. The room was heated, so why was she wrapped so tightly? But when he saw the bandaged wound on her hand, his gaze darkened.
Song Fengwan retracted her hand and bit her lip timidly.
No matter what, Song Jingren was her father. His push was merciless. Song Fengwan was completely stunned. When the police came to ask questions, they routinely asked about their relationship.
She said, "Father and daughter."
Her tears fell.
At this moment, her eyes were still red.
