"Tsk." Bo Qingyu turns to glance at Qian Yu, ultimately letting his eyes fall on the ever-composed Fu Chi, "You've got yourself an interesting one."
Fu Chi nodded slightly, without a word.
Indeed, Qian Yu's personality was straightforward; he expressed whatever he had in mind. As long as he was asked, he would always respond––although his answers were often startling.
"Let's go; my car's waiting outside,"
Bo Qingyu yawned, hands in his pockets, he began to saunter out.
"You're all quite hasty."
The familiar voice sounded from behind.
Jiang Ruan and Fu Chi both turned to look. It was Song Yan, swaying leisurely as he appeared from the corner.
With a soft gaze, Fu Chi asked, "What do you mean?"
He could practically see the man's intentions at a glance.
With a smirk, Song Yan's eyes twinkling, he didn't beat around the bush about his intent. He cast a glance towards Jiang Ruan, "I'm coming with you."
