March 9th, a strange yet familiar name

The other side fell silent for a moment.

The next second.

A group message appeared on the public screen.

[Your friend "Fu Qixiu" has left the group chat.]

Su Ran: "..."

Ye Zhichen: "..."

Everyone else: "..."

Su Ran couldn't help but laugh, she had not expected Fu Qiyuan's brother to be so amusing.

Although she had never met him, she was familiar with him.

Compared to the reclusive, low-key and mysterious Fu Qiyuan, the name Fu Qixiu often dominated the headlines of various entertainment news outlets.

"Are you making fun of me?"

Fu Qiyuan put away his phone, leaned close to Su Ran's ear, and whispered.

Su Ran restrained the smile at the corner of her lips and shook her head in denial.

"No."

Under Su Ran's gaze, the man slowly approached, and she subconsciously held her breath, only to see him laugh softly, his breath growing richer.

The hot air mixed with a faint scent of alcohol brushed across her face, intoxicating the heart and spleen.