"Zhao Ruifeng probably misunderstood something. I'm not a weak woman." Jiang Xi raised her hand and waved it with a smile as if she wanted to fan away the death energy around her nose. The Fang family's young lady in the carriage had died, but this death energy seemed to be a bit different. She felt that something was not right.
The neighbor laughed, thinking that this little girl was really interesting. Were her small arms and legs not weak at all?
On the Fang family's side, the people from the Fang family seemed to have received the news in advance. They ran out and carried Miss Fang in. Miss Fang's father seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight. His hair had turned much whiter, his back was bent, and his eyes were much more turbid.
