However, at that moment, Fu Cai still believed in Zhao Baoyan.
"Brother, you can't just sentence him to death based on someone else's words. I don't think he would."
"You think?"
Sheng Youxia looked at his expression, nearly furious. "Finish your meal first."
"I can't eat!"
Sheng Youxia put down her chopsticks directly, "Then let's go, alright?"
Fu Shilv quickly glanced at her face. Why was she annoyed?
His tone softened considerably, "I wasn't snapping at you."
Fu Cai was already distracted, not hungry to begin with, and now his stomach felt even more blocked.
After dinner, Fu Shilv received a phone call.
Sheng Youxia saw his eyes lowered, hiding a fury within, like a treacherous wave.
"Send me the address."
He hung up the phone, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with complexity.
Not just anger, but more of a deep pity for Fu Cai, even sympathy.
"Brother..."
Fu Cai's voice was slightly trembling, knowing something was wrong.