Fu Chi twiddled with the fingerprint ring on his ring finger in front of Bo Qingyu, too lazy to even raise an eyelid, "My child was seen naked by the doctor when he was born, should I also fuss over that?"
Bo Qingyu: "...Mr. Fu really embodies the demeanor of a nobleman."
Xun Huai: "......."
It feels like the boss's choice of words is a little off again.
Should he remind him to further study Chinese?
Jiang Ruan couldn't care less about the men's banter, she moved forward on her own and pushed open the door. The room was clean and bright, facing the best direction. The size of the room was not small, around sixty to seventy square meters, and the decoration was quite simple and generous, with a majority of white theme. It was early morning and the sun just rose, flooding the entire room with its warmth.
It's indeed just as Bo Qingyu said.
Nothing changed.
Just like the old times.
