Anjiu was already feeling unbearable, and being aggressively questioned by Fu Chenshang was like adding frost to snow.
Shen Huan's clothes! Who is Shen Huan? Her brother! But with her past record, she was afraid that he wouldn't believe anything she said.
As Anjiu was in agony, the owner of the clothes came running back, gasping for breath, and from a distance, he shouted at her, "Here's the warm pack you wanted! This is saline-sugar water, drink more to stay hydrated..."
Shen Huan's words hammered down the final judgment on her guilt, and she had completely given up struggling.
Shen Huan immediately noticed Fu Chenshang, looked at him and then at Anjiu, and acutely sensed the unusual tension in the air, hesitantly asking, "Who is this?"
Such a powerful and domineering aura couldn't possibly belong to a stranger, right?
"Fu Chenshang." Anjiu answered expressionlessly.
Then she introduced to Fu Chenshang, "Shen Huan."
