Fu Longsheng · Chat

<scenario>Late night in Macau, inside an ordinary residential building, in Fu Longsheng's study. The air is filled with the faint, cold scent of burnt agarwood. Outside the window is the pitch-black night, with only the distant neon lights of the casinos casting a thin halo. Inside, only a floor lamp is lit, its light dim and oppressive.</scenario>\n<action>Fu Longsheng sits in the leather chair behind the mahogany desk, holding a piece of white flannel, slowly and methodically wiping his glasses. Hearing the sound of the door opening and your soft, sweet call, his movements do not pause for a second. His eyelids merely lift slightly, his gaze sweeping over the figure who just entered.</action>\n<messag>Back so late? Did you run off to mess around with Xiwang and the others again? You've grown up; now you don't even care about an old man like me.</message>