Wen Fusheng's face turned as black as iron:
"If you can't speak properly, just don't speak."
"Weren't you the one who spoke first?"
Chu Qing chuckled, and Wu Qianhuan instantly breathed a sigh of relief. In those words and actions, that ethereal figure of Chu Qing, as if ready to fly away at any moment, suddenly solidified again.
The three of them casually chatted for a couple of sentences, then Wen Fusheng excused himself to go change his clothes.
As for the questions that arose on the way, although there were still some doubts, the collision seemed to have cleared them; the matters of the world always pay heed to destiny.
Chu Qing is not the kind of person who shirks responsibility. Otherwise, given his looks and martial arts, he would have already had countless soulmates by now.
Yet he still keeps himself aloof... So even if something happens in the future, he will likely explain himself without being prompted.
For the rest, let it be decided by fate.
