Fu Chi smiled slightly with his eyes cast down, his voice a barely perceptible husky tone. When his deep voice mixed together, it could always stir the deepest unrest in a person's heart, soaking the whole heart in a fine vintage red wine. It wasn't spicy or intense, but it quietly intoxicates you.
It could be akin to a sharp blade, always piercing accurately through a person's sternum, shattering all of their defenses, leaving them nowhere to hide.
Jiang Ruan often thought about this.
If Fu Chi were to enter the entertainment industry, he would unquestionably become the shining moon among the stars, unmatched, unparalleled, and second to none.
"Fu Chi." She suddenly spoke.
"Hmm?"
The man slightly glanced at her.
Jiang Ruan: "Can you sing?"
"Why do you ask all of a sudden?"