It was then that Bo Qingyu looked towards the man underneath him. He didn't make any unnecessary moves, he may have been arrogant, but he clearly understood what Fu Chi wanted to do. Their goal was not actual conflict, but rather... negotiation.
Lou Luchuan's gaze fell on Fu Chi, seemingly oblivious to his meaning.
He lightly asked, "What does Mr. Fu mean?"
Midday was approaching, the sunlight above growing fiercer. A light golden halo fell upon him, the bright halo almost blurring the expression on his face. However, his aura remained unruffled, always maintaining his rhythm and composure.
"You could have Lou Xingyue, of course. The premise is..."
Fu Chi paused for a moment, his long eyelashes slightly closed, "Tell me the method that can cure Jiang Ruan's illness. It's a fair deal each of us gets what we need, don't you think?"
This was his ultimate goal.
