"Master Fuli...."
Lin Bingyun looked a bit dazed, watching Master Fuli's figure almost disappear in a blur. She glanced at the gemstone Master Fuli had just handed her and let out a helpless smile, saying:
"When it comes to gifts, it would be more meaningful for Young Master Fuli to personally give it to Miss Lin..."
On the eve of National Day, Lin Ying went to the Imperial Capital. After a meeting lasting several days, Lin Ying called to ask where Master Fuli was.
She asked if he was free for a late-night snack and then to go shopping together tomorrow.
It only takes two hours to travel from the Imperial Capital to Northern Potou City by high-speed rail or plane.
But before Lin Bingyun could finish speaking, Master Fuli had already disappeared from the prairie.
"Young Master Fuli? Isn't it Master?" The Medicine Spring Mountain Lord, sitting cross-legged on the ground, was momentarily stunned at Lin Bingyun's helpless murmuring.
Does Master have that many titles outside?
