The most critical factor is Cheng Xu.
"Right now?"
Fu Chi shook his head: "It's very late now. Let's save it for tomorrow."
"Did you talk to Lou Xingyue today? That woman is practically devouring me." Jiang Ruan let herself relax, propping her chin up with one hand, her wild eyes staring at the man's strikingly smooth profile.
Fu Chi looked straight ahead.
The streetlights outside shone into the car, casting a fluctuating light and dark shade into the car, throwing a faint shadow on his side profile.
He suddenly said, "Ruanruan."
"Hmm?"
"Once you're better, let's have our wedding in Malta."
"Malta? Where is it?"
Jiang Ruan was a bit puzzled, she didn't seem to have heard much about this country, nor did she have much impression of it.
