After Song Fengwan finished breakfast, she packed her things and left with Fu Chen.
Qiao Aiyun sent her to the entrance of the hotel and repeatedly reminded her along the way. "You must listen to Fu Chen. Don't cause trouble for him."
"I know." Song Fengwan looked at Yan Wangchuan, who was following behind them. She was still worried.
She often stayed at the Qiao family residence during the winter and summer holidays. She had seen him a few times with her uncle and cousin, but not at the Qiao family residence. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding her mother.
Her impression of Yan Wangchuan: A man of few expressions and words. But he was generous.
Every time she saw him, he always brought her gifts. Although she wasn't proficient in recognizing the quality of jade, the Qiao family had many good things. She had grown up touching these things and naturally knew that the gifts he gave were expensive.
