Chu Qianli was still somewhat unable to calm down.
Wu Chenzi was really still alive, found by Feng Wuya, and now, he was right in front of her.
He wasn't any decrepit old man, but rather a young man of just thirty-two years old.
Particularly, this thirty-two-year-old man, due to having lived in seclusion for many years, looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six.
And to add one more thing, he really… really really was handsome, the type of man with extreme charm…
Forget it, she should disregard that last comment—it wasn't the time for such thoughts.
Well, getting back to business, it seemed her face really could be switched back.
…So much information.
Her mind was a chaotic mess.
For a moment, she found it a bit hard to accept.
Feng Dingchu stared at her for a good while before suddenly asking, "You're going to cook for me?"
…Cooking? Chu Qianli? She didn't know much about cooking, but hotpot—she was quite skilled at that.