"Zhao'er, what's wrong? I saw you being upset this early in the morning. Are you not feeling well?"
Xi Yu looked at Zhao'er with a slightly surprised expression. Over the past few days, there had been no fewer than a dozen young masters kneeling before her, yet it was rare to see Zhao'er lose such a fierce temper, practically blasting someone away with her anger.
Zhao'er didn't speak. While walking, she suddenly stopped, slowly turned around, and looked straight ahead on the road.
Xi Yu and Lin Panxia, standing beside her, followed Zhao'er's gaze and saw a pure gold Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approaching.
"Eh? Isn't that Uncle Wu's car?"
Lin Panxia immediately recognized that it was Wu Simiao's car. As she was about to step forward to greet him, Xi Yu suddenly pulled Lin Panxia's hand, shook her head, and said, "Don't go over there just yet. The person inside the car is probably not your uncle."
