Fei Chuan and Lin Sanju approached the front, heading to the table adjacent to Old Master Lin and the other prominent figures.
Due to Fei Chuan's identity and status, he couldn't sit at the same table as Bei Sangyun. However, his gaze drifted to her.
She was holding the purse he had given her.
Fei Chuan's fingers brushed over the brooch pinned to his suit. They were the same shade of deep purple.
If they stood side by side, anyone would instantly notice how perfectly their accessories matched. Would people mistake them for a couple?
"You and Lin Sanju must be very close. I've heard you've helped him quite a bit," Old Master Lin's voice pulled Fei Chuan back to the present.
Fei Chuan lowered his hand and turned to the old man with a polite smile. "Lin Sanju is a good friend. I'm happy to help him whenever I can."
"And I'll make sure I'm worth it," Lin Sanju chimed in with a grin.