The mall was too noisy, so Fu Xingzhou walked to a secluded spot to answer the phone.
"Sir, there's been a problem here."
After listening to the other party's report, Fu Xingzhou's mood visibly became agitated, "How could this happen, forget it, I'll go back and make a decision later."
He looked toward the nearby chairs, where Ye Yan was sitting and admiring some trinkets she had just bought.
The mall's lighting fell upon her face, outlining a faint halo—that alluring beauty that he felt was within reach, yet suddenly seemed so far away.
Ye Yan had bought two fuzzy pendants that could be hung on a backpack.
One for herself, and one intended for Meng Tian.
"This one is for me." A hand suddenly reached over her shoulder and snatched one of her fuzzy pendants.
"What do you want this for?" Ye Yan teased him, "This is for girls."
"To hang in the car." Fu Xingzhou shook the pendant in his hand, "Hang yours in the car too."
