When Fu Chen received the news, he was sitting in a private room in the Pear Garden with a good friend. The person opposite him was holding a cup of hot tea. A tiny bit of light shone through the colored window at the side and landed on him, making him look a little ethereal.
This person had an extremely good-looking and refreshing face. Fu Chen's facial features were cold and ascetic, but this man exuded a feminine aura yet didn't seem feminine at all. Instead, he was extremely handsome.
He tilted his head and looked at Fu Chen. "What happened? Have something going on?"
His accent and pronunciation were perfect.
"In the past, I asked you to change your phone, but you weren't willing to, saying that you're a nostalgic person. We haven't seen each other for a while, and now you're even using WeChat." The man's tone was teasing with a hint of arrogance and aloofness, and he looked otherworldly.
Fu Chen narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
