80 A Slap in the Face, The Evil Young Master Duan

Compared to the capital, Yuncheng was just a small place. People were wondering what brought this master here tonight.

Song Fengwan turned around.

The glazed chandelier in the living room was warm and dim, yet this person was still so fair that he dazzled people's eyes, and…

… He looked like a troublemaker who loved to cause trouble.

He was lean, fair, and thin. He was wearing a slightly bloated down jacket. Perhaps because he noticed Song Fengwan's gaze, he suddenly smiled at her. There was an evil aura in his bones, and his smile made her feel like he was bad.

He looked beyond mundane affairs, yet he was extremely charming and alluring.

He stared at Song Fengwan, and his gaze became increasingly insolent.

Fu Chen suddenly raised his leg and kicked him.

"Oww. F*ck, who the hell…" He turned his head and met Fu Chen's gaze.

"My foot slipped," someone said nonchalantly.