"Eunuch…"
Yang Fu followed, her eyes filled with worry.
She didn't know what to do, so she followed Xia Ji as if she had lost her soul and walked to the manor gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Villa.
There were already many people at the gate, and the two sides had formed a clear confrontation.
Yu Long, Xie Qiong Feng, Nian Ying, Zhao Yange, and the others stood together.
The others stood on the other side.
Of course, there was no lack of bias.
When Yang Fu saw this scene, she did not run forward. Instead, she ran towards a small pavilion far away from the crowd. In the pavilion, there was a scholarly man leisurely drinking tea.
"Father, I beg you."
"What do you want?" the scholarly man asked with a smile.
You haven't even married into the family yet, and those people are already so arrogant and despotic. They don't take my friends from the villa seriously.
This is their fault. They should bear the responsibility."
"Father!"
