One sentence.
The sole of leather shoes hit the ground, making a very crisp sound.
Fu Chi turned around to look at the other person.
Song Yan appeared unconcerned, it was hard to see any depth in him, but this sentence ——
"Don't look at me like that. Our family has pretty strong genes. My brother, he's not an idiot."
Except —— a little neurotic.
Nothing else was wrong.
"Where's your brother now?" Fu Chi did not doubt the truth of it, Song Yan had no need to joke about such a thing.
Song Yan seemed to hesitate, finally saying: "Well, he's more of a free spirit than I am, so I rarely manage to catch him. But I can tell you for certain, my brother has been there for many years. I estimate that he was already there by the time your wife entered."
In short.
He must know a solution that can strike a balance, and how to solve the fundamental problem of Jiang Ruan.
This would be much faster than their painstaking research to find a match.
