Fu Ziqian's car had just arrived at the entrance of the neighborhood when he saw Qiao Chuchu walking over from a short distance away.
Fu Ziqian stopped the car, his gaze blazing as he watched the woman in the red dress approach.
In Fu Ziqian's impression, Qiao Chuchu had always been a bright, flamboyant woman with a striking and arrogant personality.
Bright red was the color that suited her best.
It made her radiant and passionate, like a ball of fire.
That ball of fire seemed to burn on his chest.
Making his heart passionately burn and beat because of her.
Fu Ziqian watched Qiao Chuchu just like that.
Qiao Chuchu was wearing a tight red dress, holding an exquisite clutch in her hand, and walking gracefully in ten-centimeter high heels towards Fu Ziqian's car.
She arrived at the side of Fu Ziqian's car, and with fingers adorned with red nail polish, gently tapped on the car window.
Fu Ziqian slowly rolled down the car window.
