Fu Chen looked at Qiao Xiyan calmly. "Wait a moment."
"I'll wait for you in the courtyard." Qiao Xiyan nodded while seemingly unintentionally sizing up the legendary Third Master Fu.
As a man, he was way too exquisite, and even his fingers were pure white.
They were just like the warm-toned jade he had polished before. They were well-proportioned and slender, and every inch of them was exquisite and just right.
He indeed lived like a prince.
"Okay." Fu Chen closed the door.
He had expected that Qiao Xiyan would come looking for him. Since he could personally send Song Fengwan here, it would be unreasonable if he didn't give him a bunch of reminders.
***
When Fu Chen arrived in the courtyard, he saw Qiao Xiyan smoking under a street lamp. The white smoke rose from his fingertips and enveloped him in a layer of faint fog. He heard the noise and turned his head to look.
