Fu Chi obviously didn't take Bo Wen's words seriously, he turned around to fetch another small glass container, his aloof eyes deeply etched with frigid indifference, his entire being exuded an aura of "the rest of you are just a bunch of worthless trash".
Bo Wen touched the tip of his nose and walked towards the man.
"I say, what exactly does your little girlfriend do? She was able to sneak her way into that kind of bidding conference, that's quite something."
He could no longer suppress his restless spirit of gossip.
Truthfully, he was really curious. What kind of woman could drive such a heartless and indifferent man like Fu Chi mad?
The term 'mad', it was spot on.
From the year he met Fu Chi, he had always possessed a self-enclosed and silent personality. He could look upon life and death with a cold eye. Over the next few years, he gained a deep understanding of Fu Chi's inner world. Fu Chi had none of the emotions that a person should have. He was like a walking corpse.
