Ten minutes later, Jian Ning returned to Fu Ji’an’s car. The woman’s face was pale, her cold head was slightly wet, and she reacted in shock.
Fu Jian put his head on and closed his eyes to rest, and opened his eyes when he heard the movement, looking at Jianing from the mirror.
An indifferent and rigid man, his bones revealed an inaccessible temperament.
There are subtle bright lines across Gulai’s bleak smoky eyes, and he tilts his head slightly and whispers, “She agrees?”
Jian Ning bit her lip slightly, seemingly hard to speak, and struggling for a long time before she said with difficulty in Fu Ji’an’s gaze, “Miss Fu doesn’t seem to welcome me. When I hear that I’m helping Teacher Ji’an, it’s all She just drove me out without listening to me.”
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