Now that Fu Yanci knew where to find someone and what to do, he dealt with the matter at hand urgently and went home very late that night.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that a small warm lamp was lit in the living room. Song Yan was wearing a nightgown and a coat. Her slender and delicate legs were still exposed to the air, and her white and slender ankles were pulling Fu Yanci. Sight.

Fu Yanci walked over and saw some information on her computer ...