Even at one point, he felt Miss Su might actually beat that man to death.
Despite the distance, the chilling aura was so palpable it made one's hair stand on end.
"Look at those grasses, don't they resemble the ones on your grave?"
Qin Feng couldn't help but shudder all over.
He now began to worry about President Fu's future days...
In the back seat.
Within the luxurious and comfortable car compartment, the man lazily leaned against the backrest, one hand propping his forehead against the window, his long eyelashes drooping. The dim light filtered into the car, casting fleeting shadows that added a layer of mystery and nobility to his handsome face.
Fu Qiyuan's eyes watched Su Ran's departing figure, his deep and unfathomable pupils stirred with hidden currents.
After a long time.
His thin lips curled slightly, the arc of his mouth gradually lifting. A subtle, almost imperceptible smile played within Fu Qiyuan's profound eyes.
