Huo Kewei, having heard of Jiang Yang, couldn't help but give him a second look.
They each took a seat in the living room, nobody saying a word. The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Wei Qin's pale and slender hand picked up a psychology book from the coffee table that was as thick as an encyclopedia, and he continued to flip through it rapidly, paying no attention to the other two.
Huo Kewei looked at Wei Qin's calm and composed face, and his constant pale and weak appearance, and let out a sigh for Fu Xinwu.
One look at him and it was clear he was not long for this world. Even the doctors said he wouldn't live past thirty. He really didn't understand what was so good about him.
"What are you looking at?" Wei Qin closed the book in his hands, raising an eyebrow at the person across from him.
"Just looking around." Huo Kewei said nonchalantly, "By the way! What are you doing here?"
Wei Qin glanced towards Jiang Yang on the carpet.
