Yu Qing swept a small pendant on the table and sent Fu Jichen a message: "I'm moving into my rented house tonight. Find a professional book. Let the chef not prepare dinner for me.",Saying that, he pointed north. "It's on the road at the bend.",The wind after the autumn rain wasn't as biting as in winter, but it was still cold enough to make Yu Qing shiver. She crossed her arms to gather warmth around her chest.。