After delivering Song Yan to the guest room, Fu Qingfeng finally said, "Ah Yan, you shouldn't mind what happened just now. My father is only eager for talent, and has no other meaning!"

"It's OK."

Song Yan laughed disapprovingly.

"That's good, then you have an early rest."

Fu Qingfeng seemed relieved and turned away, but in the moment of turning around, his face became bitter. His father was too anxious. How could a young master like Song Yan be so easy to attract?

Moreover, he did not think that Fujia could attract Song Yan, a great dragon. People like him were destined to fly into the sky, not a small...