Fu Chen was about to leave when someone rushed over and blocked the door.
"Are you going back to your room to make a call? I say, Third Fu, that girl is only seventeen years old. Take it easy and don't go overboard."
Shi Fang stood at the doorway while glancing at the two men confronting each other.
This man had been spoiled since he was young. He looked clear, straightforward, and unrelated with any affairs. But at this moment, he reached out to block Fu Chen and had a cynical and unruly look on his face.
He was lean, fair, and thin. He was wearing the simplest pajamas and was wrapped in a blanket, but the grace and poise of an aristocratic descendant were evident in him.
Fu Chen tilted his head and looked at him. "Move."
"Don't. Talk to me a while more. If you don't know how to woo girls, I'll teach you."
In everyone's hearts, Fu Chen was abstinent and had no desires, so he had nothing to do with romance.
