Inside the hotel, Fu Shihan, having finished his bath, was sprawled languidly on the sofa, browsing his phone.
This trip to the Empire was originally a spur-of-the-moment decision, yet he hadn't expected to stumble upon an unexpected reward.
Su Wanxin...
He thought of the person he met at tonight's banquet.
Actually, he had noticed her the moment he entered; the reason was simple—she was beautiful.
In a banquet hall filled with Western faces, her face particularly stood out, not to mention that Fu Shihan had seen this face many times in his own home.
Half a year ago, on a whim, Fu Shihan visited a villa he had bought long ago but had only been to a couple of times.
There, he encountered a whole wall of photos that even startled him; it made him wonder if some idiot had broken into his home at some point, for who else could pull off such a stunt.
