In the sixth year of our relationship with Sheng Ciyan, I accidentally bumped into him and his male secretary in the office.
Sheng Ciyan looked into Chen Ziqian's eyes affectionately and whispered: "Your eyes are very much like his."
Chen Ziqian was stunned for a moment, then smiled playfully, "He? Who? Are you talking about Fu Wenyu?"
No, the "he" in the speech feast is not me, but my brother, Vincent Fu.
In that sudden fire, my brother unfortunately passed away, but I managed to survive.
Sheng Ciyan sneered, "He? Is he worthy?"
I clutched the cancer diagnosis form in my hand and left silently.
Didn't Feng Ci Fan always want me to pay for the fire with my life? His wish is about to come true.
