Meng Chang finished speaking, when suddenly a Xiu Luo Envoy hurriedly entered from outside.
He walked to Feng Fuce's side and whispered a few words.
Feng Fuce's originally stern expression suddenly became complicated.
It was as if a star suddenly fell into a black snow-filled abyss.
In an instant, all hidden emotions surged, and Feng Fuce's expression finally showed a hint of fluctuation.
Minister Meng was very curious.
What has happened?
Feng Fuce moved slightly, and Meng Chang thought he was going to stand up.
But immediately after, Feng Fuce adjusted his posture and continued sitting.
"I'm not going." Feng Fuce said coldly.
The Xiu Luo Envoy understood, nodded, and retreated without further comment.
Seeing this, Minister Meng continued his endless apologies.
His stance was as if Feng Fuce would not leave unless he accepted the gift.
The young boy's cold eyes were filled with impatience, with a slight distraction.
