It was at this sentence that Bo Wen's hand shook, nearly crashing into a roadside lamp post.
Fu Chi.....gentle?
What obscene words did he just hear?
Fu Chi, with his light eye color, glanced briefly at the back of Bo Wen's head.
He didn't say a word.
His lips curled in a smile, his eyes dark and glossy.
Having known him for so many years, Bo Wen of course knew what this smile meant.
If he dared to brag about him, this guy would make him stay in bed for ten days to half a month.
With a guilty conscience, he said: "Gentle, Fu Chi's character is incredibly good, don't look at his seemingly aloof demeanor, he is actually quite easy to get along with, and very gentlemanly."
Amen.
He repented, he was guilty.
Fu Chi's expression remained unchanged.
He replied lightly: "Not bad."
Bo Wen: "..."
Such a shameless man.
Jiang Ruan squinted her eyes and laughed: "Then I really picked up a treasure."
The man raised his long eyebrows, his lips curling into a shallow arc.
