Isolation Device...
Fu Qian's actions undoubtedly caught Wen Li's attention.
And this uniquely shaped item, capable of bestowing a sense of the Prison System's beauty upon people, naturally left a strong impression on her.
But after a slight daze, her attention was drawn to something else.
"Mr. Fu, your hand..."
Looking up suddenly, Wen Li's gaze locked onto Fu Qian's left arm.
...
Very relaxed, as expected in a dream state.
Facing the bewildered and uncertain Wen Li, Fu Qian evaluated inwardly.
Perhaps due to the will of Wen Li, the master of this dream, the moment he appeared, he was aware that he was wearing a trench coat.
Pure black, elegant style, well-tailored, even more exquisite than the outfit Miss Wen prepared for him at his request.
But even so, the anomaly of the left arm was still obvious.
