Song Fengwan woke up at ten o'clock the next morning. She only had five days to celebrate Lunar New Year, and she had to return to school for evening self-study on the third day of the first lunar month. Qiao Aiyun didn't disturb her and let her sleep until she woke up naturally.
Today was already the twenty-ninth day of the last lunar month, and tomorrow was Lunar New Year's Eve, so Fu Chen would definitely be leaving today. Song Fengwan washed her hair and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She changed four or five sets of clothes before going downstairs. It was already past eleven o'clock.
Fu Chen was sitting on the sofa and chatting with Yan Wangchuan. Yan Shaochen had arrived at some point and was sitting blankly beside Yan Wangchuan, looking slightly nervous.
His sitting posture was very deferential, as he felt a little at a loss when facing a big shot.
