Qin Yayong went downstairs, sat in Fu Zixun's car and left the company quickly. Fu Zixun drove her back to her original apartment.

"Hang Hang." Fu Zi drew down two cups of tea and put them on the coffee table. They sat on the sofa, but for the next ten minutes, no one spoke first.

Qin Yayong didn't know what Fu Zijun wanted to talk about when he came to the end, her past or the future? She didn't know.

Fu Zijun put down his tea cup and went to sit beside Qin Yayong.'Yong, today's business is a misunderstanding.

His words made Qin Yahuang look up at him.

He said...