Fu Nancheng lifted his gaze, his handsome features sharp as he glanced at Song Zilin. "You wanted something?" Right. Forget he'd said anything. Song Zilin clammed up. Anyone could tell the man was in a foul mood, though no one knew who had managed to piss him off. Just then, Wen Shaoqian adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on his face and gestured to a girl with long, straight black hair. "Go on, ove