C227 Crisis

"Can't you find my fiancee if you have nothing else to do?"

Fu Mofann spoke in the dark of the night. Shen Qing could not see the expression on his face clearly, and her fingers, which were grabbing onto the skirt, were sweating.

"It's just a contract. Don't say such meaningless things in private. "

“. . . ”

"Fu Mofann, I think you and I should place ourselves in a slightly better position