Upon closer inspection, he noticed an extra person in the corner behind him.
Wen Qiao hugged her small bag and shrank into the corner, questioning her life choices.
Damn it.
There was definitely something wrong with Fu Jinghen's persona.
How the hell could he appear to be a man with no dating history, zero love affairs, and supposedly clueless about everything?
He was way too skilled, okay!
Just now at the dinner table, both Fu Jinghen and Gu Yi had some drinks, but Wen Qiao wasn't very clear on how much they actually had.
However, judging by Fu Jinghen's behavior just now, she was more inclined to believe he had been drinking fake alcohol.
The car door beside her opened, and a familiar scent wafted in first; Wen Qiao leaned further into the corner and then placed her bag in the dead center of the back seat.
The Chu River Han Boundary was clearly defined.
