The second floor of the villa was lit, and a man in a nightgown stood by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked down at the two people not far from downstairs, anger burning in his heart. He squeezed the cup and it exploded.
"I really don't know what Fu Yaoan's intentions are. He's seducing my woman every day. He's really tired of living."
Blood slid down the glass shards and onto the ground, dyeing the white floor scarlet.
Guan Qingyan froze on the spot when she heard Fu Yao's words."Young Master Fu, do you want to go upstairs to have tea and chat with my husband?"
Drinking tea and chatting with Feng Biyan? He was afraid that he would be crazy to do this with him. If he were to be with that living King of Hell, he might as well kill him. He was not willing to do something that was on tenterhooks.
"There's no need for that. If Mrs. Feng is sincere, you can treat me to a meal yourself. Don't alarm any of your gentlemen."
