Song Xiuluan arrived at Fu Yisheng's residence as the sky had darkened.
Although it was only a little past six, a fierce storm raged, darkening the skies.
Fu Yisheng was in his study dealing with the unfinished work of the day, the room bright as daylight.
Upon seeing Song Xiuluan come in, Fu Yisheng pinched the bridge of his nose, took off his glasses with gold rims, and stood up to pour him tea, "Boss, what's so urgent that it couldn't wait, you had to rush over in this storm?"
Song Xiuluan didn't even touch the teacup, but directly took out his phone and found a photo of Lu Qingqing, "Your girlfriend?"
Fu Yisheng realized it was the photo Yan Chong had sneakily taken and shared in a chat group, and couldn't help but sigh, thinking he should drag Yan Chong over and give him a beating, "Currently not, but definitely will be in the future. What about her? Any problem?"
"There's a big problem," declared Song Xiuluan.
Fu Yisheng looked at him, puzzled, "What's the issue?"