So, you should leave.
An utterly indifferent and calm sentence makes it hard for one to fathom its actual meaning.
Not to mention Fu Ningcheng, even Fu Jiajia, who was pretending to be dead silent on the other side, suddenly lifts her head to look at the man opposite her.
"What did you just say, third brother?"
Now that she has spoken, Fu Chi shifts his gaze to glance at Fu Jiajia on the other side.
Perhaps it is because of the incessant rain today, the outside is damp and chilly, the temperature during the rain always seems to be much lower than usual. As the man looks over, it seems as if a bone-chilling cold wind pierces through the hallway, right into her heart and lungs, making her shudder all over.
"Oh. Almost forgot about you."
The man's casual remark makes all of Fu Jiajia's nerves tense up instantly, a sense of panic beyond words pervades her entire thoughts.
"Wha, what?"
"Not too long ago, you went to a motorcycle race, didn't you?"
"..."
