"Really?" His voice wasn't loud, tinged with amusement, yet inexplicably made people hesitate to offend.
The entire banquet hall instantly fell silent, not a sound could be heard.
Everyone's eyes fell on Fu Nancheng, and Qiao Yin involuntarily froze, inexplicably giving rise to a bad premonition, "You... you..."
The man slowly parted his thin lips, speaking gradually, "Seems I forgot to mention, I am Fu Nancheng."
One sentence, neither rushed nor slow, successfully changed countless people's expressions.
Qiao Yin instinctively took a few steps back, only feeling that those dark and vulture-like eyes were unfathomable, cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Wha... what?"
"How could it... how could it be!"
Qiao Yin's gaze became somewhat dazed, her beautiful eyes wide open, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief.
He is Fu Nancheng... he actually said he is Fu Nancheng!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
