Fu Xiaotang instinctively looked at Fang Junjie, “Brother Ten invited us to eat, are we going?” Fang Junjie laughed, “Yes, why wouldn’t we? His place is huge, I’ll show you around!” Fu Xiaotang was actually worried about running into Liu Yi, but since Zhang Yindi personally invited them, how could she refuse? “Brother Ten won’t be serving hot pot, right?” Zhang Yindi burst into laughter, tapping Fu Xiaotang’s head, “You silly girl, my brother might love hot pot, but not today, I assure you, you won’t even see a hint of it, okay?” Fu Xiaotang sighed in relief, “That’s great!”
When Fu Xiaotang came out after changing, both Fang Junjie and Zhang Yindi were momentarily stunned. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, white pencil pants, black boat shoes, and a half-length black trench coat. The only colors on her were the light blush on her cheeks and the pink of her lips, making her skin look even smoother and her eyes clear like a stream. Fang Junjie always dressed her up in feminine and bright clothes, but this was the first time he saw her in such a neutral, slightly retro style. Surprisingly, this simple outfit on Fu Xiaotang gave off an enchanting beauty, quiet like a yulan flower, yet with the proud spirit of a plum blossom. Zhang Yindi was inwardly shocked; she was reminded of twenty years ago when they would go out together, and Dong Fangshu would often dress like this under the streetlights, for she didn’t like bright colors or skirts. Fu Xiaotang had the same elegant features and stood just as gracefully, but while Fu Xiaotang was gentle and composed, Dong Fangshu was always fiery and volatile.
