"Is there something wrong with my ears?"
Bo Wen looked down from above, feeling as if his worldview had just collapsed. He doubted his own ears. Was Jiang Ruan... actually the composer of "Twilight"?
What kind of dramatic twist was this?
He turned his head to look at the calm man beside him, "Is it really her?"
Fu Chi lifted his eyelashes lightly, they had a somewhat proud quirk to his lips.
"Yes, it's my Ruanruan."
Bo Wen blinked his eyes: "Where did you find such a girlfriend?"
He also wanted to go.
Fu Chi ignored him and turned to go downstairs.
Just as he reached the door, his phone rang from inside his pocket.
Bo Wen and Qian Yu both turned to look at him.
Fu Chi took out his phone, looked at the number, his dark eyes slightly squinted and he slid to answer.
Distorted and intermittent voices came from the receiver, not very clear.
"...Your father... The belongings have been packed..."
"What is it?" Fu Chi looked down.
