The door was pushed open by a slender, fair hand. The light in the room was too dim, the light from the corridor outside shone on the man, obscuring his features slightly; only his glasses reflected white light, hiding his gaze.
A hint of smile played at the corners of Lou Luchuan's mouth; the person arrived quite quickly.
Jiang Ruan was also somewhat surprised, and subconsciously asked: "Fu Chi?"
"Mm."
The person at the door responded. His deep voice was like a vintage wine, even the monotone syllables were irresistible.
He walked into the room with long strides.
Xingyue stared at him, speechless.
However, Fu Chi didn't even spare her an extra glance. He walked straight past her to Jiang Ruan. He held her hand, the two rings on their fingers exceptionally conspicuous; they reflected silver light.
It was indeed blinding.
"Why are you here?"
Jiang Ruan pursed her lips and lowered her voice slightly.
She didn't intend for him to know about this event.
