The photo showed the silhouette of a girl, about ten years old, her long hair flowing as she ran forward, her skirt lifted. The light that shone on her was dazzling.
Jiang Mian recognized the girl—it was herself.
She just didn't expect that Fu Sichen would have it.
The comment section had gone completely mad—
[So they are childhood sweethearts, innocent young friends?!!!]
[Damn! Forget arranged marriages, the more they reveal the sweeter it gets]
[Does anyone understand that President Fu is like a peacock showing off his feathers, continuously confessing to his wife]
[His Weibo posts are all about his wife]
[Wuwuwu, which direction do I knock to get a man like this?]
...
Jiang Mian stared at the words Fu Sichen had posted on Weibo for a long time, her red lips curling slightly, barely hiding her smile.
Just then, Luo Ting called.
"From the sound of you, yesterday's event didn't affect you at all."
