Ying Zijin glanced at him and said languidly, "Sorry, I don't dance."
In the past, during her time among the various royal families of Europe, she had grown tired of watching their imperial court dances.
Fu Yunshen leaned back on the couch, his expression lazy, "No problem, I can teach you anything you don't know."
At that moment, the phone rang, shattering the tranquil atmosphere.
Fu Yunshen glanced at the caller ID, and his eyes shifted subtly as he answered, "Hello."
As he listened to the voice on the other end, the smile in his peach blossom eyes slowly receded until it was completely frozen.
The man's aura became icy cold in an instant, reaching an absolute low.
Yet his voice was very calm, devoid of any emotion.
But that made it all the more terrifying, a sign of deep and still waters.
Finally, Fu Yunshen said, "I understand."
Ying Zijin sensed that something was wrong and narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, "What's up?"