"The old master is upstairs; I'll go call him down now," the butler, Uncle Zhong, said cheerfully before heading straight to the second floor.
Qiao Zhaoyue sat on the sofa, her eyes blankly staring into the distance, seemingly lost in thought.
Fu Yuxiu was lounging next to her with his legs crossed.
"What's this, playing demure now? Aren't you usually quite rampant?" Fu Yuxiu's cool lips curved into a mocking smile.
Qiao Zhaoyue snapped back to reality and glared at Fu Yuxiu fiercely, "What do you mean by that?"
"No particular meaning, just that I think you're pretty stupid."
Qiao Zhaoyue clenched her fists, struggling to suppress the urge to beat Fu Yuxiu to death.
"Fu Yuxiu, don't push your luck."
"Heh," Fu Yuxiu chuckled and then stood up from the sofa, sauntering over to her leisurely.
The oppressive presence of the male instantly engulfed Qiao Zhaoyue.
She held back her disgust and pushed him away, "What are you doing?"
