Having said that, Qiao Zhaoyue turned and walked towards her room.
Fu Yuxiu clenched his fists, a storm brewing in his eyes.
When Qiao Zhaoyue reached the door of her room, she paused, "Fu Yuxiu, let me tell you, whether we get married or not, I am not interested in you."
With that warning, Qiao Zhaoyue went back into her room.
The loud sound of the door closing startled Fu Yuxiu, and he suddenly clenched his fists even tighter.
The next day.
Because of Fu Yuxiu's sudden crazed behavior the night before, Qiao Zhaoyue had an extremely restless sleep.
Fortunately, although Fu Yuxiu had lost his mind, he didn't lay a finger on her.
At breakfast, when Qiao Zhaoyue saw that Fu Yuxiu still had an air of superiority, she couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.
At that moment, the butler suddenly came over.
"Young Madam, there's a Miss outside who claims to be your friend looking for you."
