Downstairs.
The man lifted a suitcase into a black car.
Fu Chi sat in the back seat, his lips pressed into a line as he loosened the top button of his collar.
An effortless move, yet it was fraught with tantalizing restraint.
Bo Wen glanced back at him, "Your expression is a bit odd."
His face appeared as though he discovered something.
Fu Chi's gaze was slightly cold.
"Keep an eye on the Fu family, especially that woman, Fu Yuhua."
After all, he was going on a business trip for several days, and he was not entirely at ease about Jiang Ruan.
He didn't reply to Bo Wen's comment.
His mood was a bit flammable at the moment.
He was holding in anger.
Bo Wen raised an eyebrow, scanning the man, his gaze ultimately landing on the man's fair neck...
Clear on the protruding Adam's apple... there was a... red mark.
Even if he hadn't had many relationships, he'd watched plenty of films and knew what that was.