Fu Shiyan courteously made an inviting gesture, "Abbot, please."
Jiangli didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the back seat.
Xia Xin volunteered for the passenger seat, only to find Duan Jianchuan occupying it; someone else was driving.
After a moment's silence, he moved to the back seat. Thankfully, the seven-seater luxury car had space enough for him.
Fu'er also floated to the back seat after him.
But once inside the car, Fu'er kept stealthily staring at Fu Shiyan.
Since the first glance when Fu'er saw Fu Shiyan getting out of the car, he felt that the man seemed familiar.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall.
Was it possible that having been dead for too long, even his memory was failing him?
Fu'er thumped his own head a few times, showing no mercy to himself.
Jiangli glanced at him, her eyes seemingly filled with the question: What's gotten into you?
