Bo Wen led Bo Qingyu to the guest room across the way, which was already cleaned and tidy. The environment was not outstanding, but at least it was neat.
However, as they turned around, they ran into Song Yan, who was coming from the other side.
Bo Qingyu's peripheral vision lingered on the man for a few seconds. The man noticed him too but did not stop. Their gazes met in mid-air for a second before both shifted to other things, their inner emotions rippled slightly then became calm again, as if nothing had happened.
Song Yan walked all the way to Fu Chi and stood at his door, looking at the lying Jiang Ruan.
He turned his head to look at Fu Chi next to him.
"She's not doing well."
He said candidly.
His first sentence upon opening his mouth.
Fu Chi's eyes narrowed slightly, a fleeting glint of mystery flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes. Soon, he met his gaze without changing his expression, "What are you trying to say?"
