C145 His Cold War

There was no good dinner.

This banquet had decided from the start that it was destined to end unhappily.

Fu Yicheng pushed open the door and left in large strides. Meng Boyun pretended to ask a few words to stay, but it was only limited to putting on an act. Seeing that Fu Yicheng's figure had already disappeared from the horizon, Meng Boyun was too lazy to put on an act