Upstairs.
Jiang Ruan had just risen.
Seeing the WeChat message from Jiang Fei, she raised her eyebrows slightly. What had Fu Chi done?
But the more pressing matter was to deal with Lou Xingyue.
Without checking what happened, she put her phone in her pocket, turned around, and went downstairs without attracting anyone's attention.
Downstairs.
The restroom.
Lou Xingyue was leaning with both hands on the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was ashen, and although her makeup attempted to hide it, it could not conceal the red veins appearing in her eyes, a result of extreme shock and anger.
Married—
Married—
That's impossible.
Given his status, he couldn't have married so hastily, not to mention, there had been no news, no hint of any developments, and the Fu Family hadn't given any indication. Wouldn't such a prominent family object to such capriciousness?
Lou Xingyue was truly anxious.
