At 3:15 p.m., Beijing Railway Station…
When Qiao Wangbei left the train station, he didn't see his son. Instead, he saw Fu Chen with a slightly strange expression. "Where's Xiyan?"
"He has something to do, so he asked me to pick you up." Fu Chen's attitude toward him had always been respectful.
The cold wind was blowing outside, and the dust filled the sky. When people took a deep breath, their bones would loosen a little. Qiao Wangbei was wearing a thin cotton jacket, making his body look even more vigorous and lean.
He exuded a smart and capable aura.
"What is he doing?" How could Qiao Wangbei know that his son was being harshly interrogated at this moment?
Fu Chen smiled and didn't say anything.
"Have the issues with the design exhibition really been completely resolved?" Qiao Wangbei only found out about this after receiving a call.
"Yes."
