Seeing Rong Jing'an and Old Wang standing opposite each other, Fu Qishan was startled and then her pretty face darkened, her eyes filled with spite and poison as she glared at Old Wang, wishing she could kill him with her gaze.
"Miss Fu, good morning," Old Wang greeted Fu Qishan respectfully, and the several bodyguards behind him also bent over with the same deference.
They were clearly treating Fu Qishan as if she were the Lady Sheng.
"Why are you here? What are you doing here?" Fu Qishan placed her purse in front of her chest and called out sharply.
Her already unpleasant complexion was now utterly drained of color, and her whole body shuddered and trembled with fear.
Fu Qishan knew that nothing good ever happened when Old Wang appeared.
Old Wang repeated the words he had just said to Rong Jing'an, and after listening, Fu Qishan almost fainted from anger.
