The old man didn't speak, and Fu Jichen naturally remained silent. After sitting together in silence for a while, he got up to leave.
As he left the study, he happened to run into Fu Feibai coming out of his room.
The young man was wearing a gray and white trendy hoodie, with loose black pants that dragged on the floor. The hems of the pants were piled on his feet, and as he walked out yawning, a tuft of hair stuck up on his head, giving him a disheveled appearance that complemented his handsome face with a lazy, decadent aesthetic.
Fu Feibai always had a messed-up schedule and had just woken up. Seeing Fu Jichen, he yawned with his mouth wide open, his eyes brightening.
"Brother, when did you come back?!"
