Zhou Tong felt a chill down her spine when Fu Shu looked at her like that.
Zhou Tong was Fu Shu’s second-in-command and one of his trusted aides. She was born, capable, and had status. She was also a rich woman. The men who pursued her ranged from here to Huangpu River, and she was living a very good and comfortable life, however, she had a sense of reverence for Fu Shu. Even after following Fu Shu for all these years, Zhou Tong and Song Yi still felt that Fu Shu was a rather mysterious man. No one could see through him, and he was like a mystery.
Zhou Tong’s face turned pale, and her eyes were already filled with guilt from knowing her mistake. “Young master, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have crossed the line.”
She was a subordinate, and he was the master, forever.
She had no right to ask about his personal matters.
Fu Shu calmly averted his gaze. “There won’t be a next time.”
He entered the bathroom.
