"Well, if you're going to stay, then get ready for my revenge! Feng Wu, you've just walked into your living hell —" Feng Wu only darted a look at Feng Liu, then went back into her own carriage.
She didn't act out? Feng Liu was disappointed.
Her plan was to make a scene right outside the city gate so that the entire imperial capital would hear about the return of Feng Wu the good-for-nothing. That way, Feng Wu would be ridiculed by everyone.
Feng Yiran went up to Feng Liu. "Xiao Liu, let's go back."
The beautiful lady was scared. She took Feng Wu's hand and looked nervously at the latter.
"I'm right here and nothing is going to happen to you." Feng Wu caressed her mother's fine, slim hands and her face looked a little grim in the sunlight.
Their carriage moved on, carrying them toward the manor of the Feng clan.
They could hear all the people talking on the street.
"Feng Wu is back?"
"Which Feng Wu?"
