Huo Zhenyang was displeased, his voice full of irritation, "Bullying someone? F. Wang is an old friend I knew from my days studying in Paris."
Oh, right...
F. Wang was of Chinese descent from France, and this man had studied in France as well...
Given his global connections, it wasn't surprising that they knew each other.
But her long-adored idol was actually friends with this man?
It seemed like they had a pretty good relationship too; otherwise, he wouldn't have sold both the store and the Baroque waltz to him.
She felt a stir of interest: "Are you really friends with F. Wang?"
Like mother, like son, they both lose their sense of direction the moment they hear about their idol.
Zaizai would drool at the mere sight of Xue Jingchuan.
This young woman wasn't much better than Zaizai, getting excited at the mere mention of F. Wang's name.
He saw right through her thoughts. His lips slightly curved, "Fang Yao also knows. If you don't believe me, go ask her."