Fu Chi glanced at her hand holding his, furrowed his eyebrows almost instantly and threw off her hand.
It appeared as though she was infected with a virus.
He was rendered indifferent to the woman's gloomy expression.
He turned around and left.
Without even responding to her.
Fu Yuhua watched his retreating figure with an inscrutable expression.
"Did you do this?"
Suddenly, a severe female voice came from behind, interrupting her thoughts.
Fu Yuhua turned around, hiding her turbulent emotions without a trace.
Behind her stood a remarkably well-preserved woman, possessing enchanting beauty. It was her biological mother, Ke Qing.
She said, "I know what I should and should not do."
Upon hearing her words, Ke Qing's face softened.
"With the chaos that ensued today, this marriage alliance seems to be hanging by a thread.
How could they cover up the chaos that occurred in the presence of so many journalists outside?
