The sudden appearance of Wen Fucheng.
Things have taken a turn.
It's getting more lively.
More people are watching the gossip.
The atmosphere is gradually getting tense.
Some recognize who he is, some still do not know.
The casually dressed man walked to the bottom of the building, his whole aura was much more restrained without wearing formal attire.
Still wearing a face that tells strangers to keep out.
Ying Jing looked at him, seemingly intending to approach her.
Thinking back to the prior conversation.
Immediately, she put on a look of sudden realization.
"It's a bit cold, I'm going back to put on a coat." As she ran past the man, she didn't look at him, her long legs carried her quickly.
Wen Fucheng glanced at her figure disappearing into the corner.
That little brat.
Afraid of being spoken to by him or afraid of people knowing their relationship.
The person in charge knew him; Yu Zheng'er was bold enough to ignore the rules.
