The next day, Chuanbei, Jing residence…
When Fu Chen arrived, it was around three in the afternoon. When he went to the living room of the Jing residence, Sheng Aiyi was drinking tea to moisten her throat. She was still wearing a costume with red plum branches wrapped around it. Her sleeves were rolled up to her wrists, and her figure and singing voice were naturally impeccable.
Moreover, she didn't drink alcohol and even avoided eating raw and cold foods. Her maintenance of her throat had already reached the extreme.
"Fu Chen, welcome. Come in and sit." Sheng Aiyi smiled and invited him to sit down. "Are you here to send an invitation?"
The news of the Fu family's matter had long spread. Old Madam Fu had informed her and asked her to give them face when the time came.
"Yes," Fu Chen replied and handed the invitation over. "Please come."
