Fu Yang was going, and Shu Wan followed him.
The two set out from the Estate and arrived at the airport just in time to match the flight time given by Fu Siyu.
But what they hadn't anticipated was that Fu Siyu's flight had arrived a good ten minutes early. When Shu Wan sent a message to Fu Siyu, he had already been sitting in the VIP room for some time.
Receiving Shu Wan's WeChat, Fu Siyu then stood up and walked outside.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that the moment Fu Siyu stepped out of the VIP room, the entire hall fell silent.
He possessed features that perfectly matched Hua Country's aesthetic appreciation, as if from an ink painting, yet his long tenure in high positions endowed him with an oppressive presence that instinctively demanded submission.
Dressed in a black suit, tall and lean, his silent stride exuded an indescribable coolness and authority that even made passersby chewing their food pause mid-bite.
