An hour ago.
In the men's restroom, Sheng Congzhi could no longer hold back and exclaimed, "Fu Yan, I really have something very serious..."
"Being with me is not serious?" Fu Yan, holding her slim waist and slightly hunching over, spoke in a low, husky voice, his breath laden with innuendo, seemingly deliberately fanning the flames.
Today he wasn't wearing glasses and his hair was combed upwards, revealing his sharp, handsome features.
This Fu Yan was not the usual languid and casual figure, and coupled with a crisply tailored black suit, he could easily pass for a business elite.
Had she not already seen him once in Hengdian, she might not have dared to recognize him at first glance.
Sheng Congzhi moved her face away, avoiding his hot breath, "I don't have time to mess around with you, and besides, dressed like this, you must have your own plans, right?"
Fu Yan nodded, "Our Yiyi is so smart, you guessed it."
"Since that's the case, then let me go."