Sixth District, train station.
Calmly taking the milk tea from Chen Nuanyu's hand, Zhang Fusheng lazily took a sip.
Hmm, not bad.
He forced himself not to show fatigue.
The cost of pretending wasn't high, but it was really satisfying—of course, Zhang Fusheng wasn't showing off for the sake of showing off in front of others.
Even though he enjoyed it.
"Half an hour until departure." He sipped the milk tea, "Did you bring the school's contract?"
"Got it." The girl nodded slightly, standing silently like an obedient canary, while many eyes gazed at her from afar in the bustling station.
Zhang Fusheng took another sip of milk tea:
"The craftsmanship is indeed impressive."
He muttered to himself, lowering his eyelids to conceal his deep gaze.
Chen Nuanyu, of course, was sent by Zhang Fusheng, asking her to help bring a cup of milk tea to try,
and to meet 'Zhong Mountain' once, to avoid any awkwardness later on.
But speaking of which, the Divine Realm is really handy...
