"Mr. Ye."
When their eyes met, Ye Fengsheng's voice grew increasingly stiff, and Chu Ziyuan, standing beside them, asked seriously, "I'll ask you once more. Did you come here just to stir up dust and find a solution to resolve your grievances? This isn't about discussing interests, is it?"
If I hadn't heard about it, I would have met Fang Dun. Where did Ye Fengsheng find this nonsense with Chu Ziyuan? I completely ignored it and stepped onto the wooden bridge leading to the small pavilion in the lake's center.
The sun-dappled black and red wooden bridge wasn't long but neither was it short. From the lake's shore to the pavilion, it was about thirty steps. From the moment Ye Fengsheng stepped onto the bridge, Fang Du stood up from the pavilion and slowly walked forward.
In the four eyes, the two pairs of black and white eyes gradually drew closer until their shadows reflected in each other's pupils.
