The moment her toes touched the ground, she was once again tightly embraced by the man.
A pleasant wooden scent filled her nostrils.
It was him.
Qingtian's younger brother, Fu Yanshen.
Mu Chenxi didn't know why she remembered the scent of this man after just one encounter.
But now was not the time to think about this.
The night was deep and quiet, a solitary man and a single woman.
She hadn't put much effort into understanding the Fu Family before, but seeing the grandeur of Fu father's birthday banquet tonight, she could tell the Fu Family's status in Jiangcheng.
The scene he had created at the banquet was already scandalous enough to stir gossip behind his back.
Let alone being caught after the banquet engaging in hugging and embracing on a deserted road.
"Let me go!"
Mu Chenxi's voice turned ice-cold, evidently truly angry.
Fu Yanshen was reluctant to let go.