Fu Qingli's cold eagle eyes caught a quick glance of Shen Xi's ankle. There was a bleeding cut.
The commotion in the wardrobe did not go amiss either. Fu Qingli had no doubt that it was Qingxuan.
In a split second, Fu Qingli found himself catching his breath while feeling a rush in his blood. A thought flashed past his mind too quickly for him to grasp it. He averted his probing gaze away from her ankle to her face.
The girl was impressive. Literally, Fu Qingli saw a different face to her every time they met. She was Cai Ni the designer, Dr. Jiu Zhou, Music Composer Xixi, and now Screenwriter Cloud Seven!
Shen Xi cursed her own rotten luck in her mind, having thought she steered clear of Fu Qingli by getting a head start. Had she known this was going to happen, she would never agree to the meeting.
By sheer dumb luck, Fu Qingli walked in when she was about to leave. God was playing a game with her!
