Pushing open the three-meter-high gate, after the heavy sound, a black sedan becomes increasingly visible in the sight, from far to near.
Finally, it stops about 5 meters from them.
Fu Chi looks towards the car through the spot of light above his head, almost piercing the windshield, seeing the person inside. He reveals no emotion, watching calmly.
Bo Qingyu, with a cigarette cornered in his lip, squints his eyes, seeming to smile, "Yo. The license plate number is quite overbearing."
Indeed a big shot.
Fu Chi's sakura-colored lips curl ambiguously: "An acquaintance."
Bo Qingyu blows out a complete smoke ring, bizarre lights scatter around them, yet pale in comparison to his stunning eyebrows and eyes, "What about her?"
Fu Chi casually glances at the horizon: "Will be back soon."
Bo Qingyu's action of flicking the cigarette ash pauses, with a touch of coldness always lingering in his eyes.
Over there.
