"Song Jianjun, do you keep your word?"

Today there was a wind in the mountains, shaking the branches and making a rustling sound. Fu Chenshi's voice, which was originally clear and clear like jade stones hitting each other, became low and dull, hidden in the wind and difficult to distinguish.

Not only did Song Jianjun not hear clearly, but even Chen Xingguo, who was closest to him, only heard the last part and subconsciously asked, "Fu Zhiqing, what did you just ...