This contrast…
He should be the kind of man that women loved the most!
Bo Jinchuan's grip was perfect and Shen Fanxing enjoyed it.
Not long after, her phone rang again.
Seeing the caller ID, she smiled and picked up immediately.
"Hello, Qingzhi."
"Yes, Fanxing, how's the preparation for the scent-making competition?"
Xu Qingzhi's gentle voice sounded. No one could tell if she was happy or angry. For someone who was about to become a bride, there was no joy at all.
The smile on Shen Fanxing's face faded. "Yes, no problem. Qingzhi, you…"
"Fanxing, our wedding date has been decided. It's the ninth of August. You and your Mr. Bo must come."
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips. Even though she couldn't see Xu Qingzhi's face, she could imagine the forced smile on her face.
"Qingzhi, should I… congratulate you?"