Lin Shiyu's ravishing face was cold and pale. No matter how much he wanted to hear her voice, she did not speak at all.
Fu Qinglun waited outside the door but did not hear her voice.
The flicker of hope in his eyes dissipated, but soon later he smiled. "Shi'shi, I'm leaving now. I'll pick you up later."
He turned and left.
Sikong, who was standing by the side, blinked at Fu Qinglun anxiously, but Fu Qinglun left without looking at him.
Sikong, "…"
Although Sikong wanted to tell him about Lin Shiyu, he kept silent at the thought of Lin Shiyu putting her life at stake. Sigh, what was destined to happen would happen. This marriage would definitely not be smooth-sailing.
…
Madam Sikong pushed open the door and entered the room. "Little Shi'shi, this is the wedding present Ah Sen sent over. Take a look and see what it this!"
