Ye Fuling had already guessed something from his expression. The joy that had just begun to blossom on her face wilted once more, "Is it really not you?"
Ye Zhenguo pursed his lips, his face growing increasingly displeased.
"Did Fengchang find someone else for help?" Despair flashed through Ye Fuling's eyes, "But, in Tongcheng, besides Dad, who else wields more authority than you?"
Who would dare to release a document that he has ordered to be held back without permission?
Although Ye Fuling didn't understand politics, the more she thought about it, the colder she felt her back become.
The reason why she was so unyielding in her attachment to Li Fengchang was not just because of his looks or wealth. What truly made her submit were his cunning and deep strategies.
She might not be smart herself, but she had no wish to marry a man who was all looks and no substance for the rest of her life.
