Coming out of the Great Hall, Fu Jichen went somewhere alone, leaving Shen Jianian outside the hall with Qu Mo following her, surrounded by people. She looked at the crowd coming and going, and turned to ask Qu Mo, who stood like a wooden post, "Where did he go?"
Qu Mo stood with his hands behind his back, answering properly, "To donate incense money. The boss makes a donation every month."
"Every month?" Shen Jianian raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Every month," Qu Mo confirmed to her.
Shen Jianian silently looked in the direction where Fu Jichen had left. Is he really that kind-hearted? Going up the mountain every month to worship Buddha and donate incense money? It's really not obvious.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Fu Jichen's figure appeared, the hem of his black coat brushing past the low shrubs by the roadside, with a few patches of remaining snow clinging to them.
