Third Master Teams Up with Senior Brother, Completely Destroying the Scum

Dong Fang Atelier…

Around 5:30 p.m., the students in the atelier started going out for dinner one after another. Song Fengwan slightly tidied up her drawing tools and reached out to pinch her sore neck. Then she searched for her phone in her pocket.

During study time, she had set it to silent mode. After fishing it out, she saw that the screen was full of messages and missed calls. Almost all of them were from Fu Chen.

He knew her schedule and would never look for her at this time. She walked out of the classroom with her phone and prepared to call him back.

Before she could walk all the way out, he called again.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Song Fengwan lowered her voice and stood in the corridor.

"Where are you?" Fu Chen's tense nerves relaxed slightly after the call connected.

"In the atelier. Didn't you say you would come around six? Why are you looking for me when it's still so early?"