nanjiang
the weather here was not as windy and snowy as the capital. it was past seven in the morning, and the sun was rising. the temperature was already very high. fu chen and fu zhongli arrived at the yan residence by car. they walked slowly about a hundred meters away from the entrance.
the scorching weather made him feel uncomfortable. fu chen reached out and adjusted his collar ...
it was a little hot.
"what's wrong? are you nervous?" fu zhongli tilted his head to look at him. it was the first time he had seen fu chen act like this.
in fact, the matter of marriage had long been set in stone, but the marriage proposal still had to go through the motions. fu chen had followed the old man since he was a child and had seen all kinds of storms. he had been indifferent to everything, but there had been such a day.
"i'm fine. i just feel that the weather is hot." fu chen naturally wouldn't admit it openly.
he ...
she was a little nervous.
