Wen Fusheng tossed and turned all night, not because his martial arts were too advanced, feeling the changes from Chu Qing's side.
But because he talked with Gentle for quite a while yesterday and still couldn't figure out what was going on between his daughter and Chu Qing.
He planned to go see Chu Qing early in the morning... not exactly to demand an explanation.
After all, the guy hasn't done anything, and it's unreasonable to demand an explanation anxiously.
At most, he could simply hint at something.
Of course, the most important thing is, as a father, he can't let his daughter end up with nothing.
Gentle is a straightforward young girl, while Chu Qing is not just a simple-minded young lad.
This is a thousand-year-old fox in a youthful guise, no one knows which cave he cultivated in to become a demon and come out to wreak havoc.
Thinking like this, Wen Fusheng had already arrived at Chu Qing's door.
