On the other side, Fu Nancheng sat in a private room of a club, looking at the phone that had been hung up. He wasn't angry, and with a calm expression, he set the phone aside, shifting his gaze to the light gold phone in front of him.
Soon, Yan Jiu and Qin Zhaoran pushed the door open and came in.
Yan Jiu still carried that same carefree attitude. Despite the deep autumn season, he wasn't seen wearing more clothes, exuding an air of cocky superiority from head to toe.
Qin Zhaoran wore a black suit, paired with a black turtleneck sweater, and glasses that masked the chill and sharpness in his eyes.
Fu Nancheng pushed the light gold phone on the table towards Yan Jiu and said in a low voice, "Unlock the password."
Yan Jiu glanced at the ladies' phone before him and lit a cigarette.
He didn't need to guess to know whose phone it belonged to.
All these years, aside from that woman, he had never seen his third brother pay so much attention to anyone else.
