Fu Shiting was thinner, much thinner. The weight loss made his already chiseled features seem even more defined, almost sculpted.
What was he doing here? Could he be the special guest?
After completing her task, Xiao Mei slipped out of the backstage area. As Qin Anan watched her go, the realization finally sank in: the special guest was Fu Shiting.
But wasn't he sick? Bedridden? Was he already bet
















