Your Love for Lu Qi'er Only...Fills Me with Disgust

Fu Qinglun wore a tailored white shirt with black trousers. He had both hands in his trouser pockets while he observed Lin Shiyu, who stood in front of him. He was handsome and exuded a dignified aura filled with charisma.

Lin Shiyu turned around and they made eye contact.

Ever since the vase incident the other time, their relationship had turned sour and awkward.

Fu Qinglun didn't have much of an expression on his charming face. His gaze raked over Lin Shiyu's tiny one. "The wedding is over, shall we head back now?"

Lin Shiyu nodded her head and started walking.

Fu Qinglun observed her beautiful back view and followed her. A melodious ringtone suddenly sounded, he had an incoming phone call.

When he took out his cell phone, he noticed it was an unknown number.

He answered the phone call with a deep voice. "Hello, who is it?"