Xie Fuxiao asked: "What did he say?"

"He said that I was unparalleledly beautiful, just like the immortal saint he admired so much in his dream. After saying that, he..."

Xie Fu asked: "What else can you say?"

"He knelt down in front of me and kissed my feet."

Sure enough, if Qin Chuzhen could be so humble as a prince, he should treat Du Zhiwei as Duanmu Ci at that moment.

Xie Fu knew it well, "Ms. Du, get up."

Du Zhiwei, however, couldn't stand up. With a cry, Xie Fu stretched out his hand, ready to lend a hand.

Du Zhiwei looked at the outstretched hand, lowered his head and said softly: "Master, didn't you say you couldn't allow me to come within three feet of you?"

Xie Fudan smiled: "I can approach you, but you can't approach me. I can touch you, but you can't touch me."

Du Zhiwei said happily: "Young master, you have the final say, and I will obey your orders."

As he spoke, he stood up with the help of Xie Fu's arm, "Sir, who was that fat man just now?"

The second-grade Jiedu Envoy and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are both important figures, so the fat man must have an unusual status.
Chapter completed!