Fu Zhendong: "It seems like Song Chuoqiao knows about these things already, yet the girl stubbornly keeps her mouth shut, not expressing even a word of dissatisfaction. Her level of composure is really high, so is the breadth of her heart. Thinking about it, she has truly been wronged. She came all this way here, only to endure such frustration."
The old master was even more shocked when he heard this.
"Song Chuoqiao knows, she really knows? Second, I hope you're not being unreliable in your actions this time, is this information reliable?"
He still had some disbelief in Fu Zhendong's words!
Fu Zhendong had already cursed inwardly, the old master had always been biased, never quite trusting whatever he did, always finding it to nitpick.
Now, when he said that Song Chuoqiao knew, he was still being questioned!
Fu Zhendong inwardly cursed again.
But on the outside, he had to act understanding and reasonable.
