Right in front.
The woman, wearing a dark green dress, had an excellent figure, stunning features, and her smile was extremely captivating.
She also noticed the two of them.
Her richly drawn eyes, lined with eyeliner, fixated on them, pausing momentarily on their interlocked hands.
"Achi, shall we head to our seats?"
Fu Yuhua looked at the tall, handsome man.
He just stood there quietly, exuding laid-back elegance, his eyes as dazzling as ever. He had become an entity toward which countless people gravitated, without him having to do anything.
No one could resist him.
Jiang Ruan looked at Fu Yuhua, the corners of her mouth curling up indifferently.
She couldn't forget the words Lou Luchuan had said. Now, she wanted to know even more. What had happened between them? What had this woman done?
What role had she played in Fu Chi's life?
Fu Chi looked up. His eyes, dark as the deep sea, seemed to emit no light. Underneath the calmness, there was a potential to consume people.
