The iron door was pushed open, and Yecheng lay on a single bed, humming and shaking his long legs.

"Captain Fu?" Ye Cheng sniffed his nose. The air was full of perfume. It smells like an old woman's foot cloth.

"You can go!" Fu Qingyun's face was as black as Bao Gong's, a little darker than the ancients.

Ye Cheng jumped up from the bed, smiled at Fu Qingyun, kicked his foot on the stool in front of him, and the stool let out a loud noise as soon as he came to Fu Qingyun. "Sit down!"

"Now the situation is tense. I don't have time to talk to you....