Although he marvelled at Young Master Qin's way of thinking, Fu Qian still found the concern from his friend quite comforting.
Based on his usual antics, the fact that so many people remembered him after his mysterious absence was already pretty good.
"Speaking of which, where have you been these past two days?"
Qin Mingze's ability to readjust his emotions was still very quick as he asked Fu Qian.
And judging by the expression on Wu Qingyu beside him, he was clearly just as curious.
"Oh, I stayed at the home of a rich widow surnamed Wen for two days."
Fu Qian rolled his eyes and answered casually.
This was the absolute truth.
He tended not to lie much to his two friends.
Of course, how they understood it was not his business.
...
Qin Mingze was speechless again, but seeing Fu Qian's serious look, it didn't seem like he was spouting nonsense.
"It's actually similar to what I guessed... Three days!"
Wu Qingyu muttered to himself, his voice filled with despair.
