Master Fu watched her disheveled appearance, his frown inevitable, yet he still hummed softly in acknowledgment.
He looked towards Fu Yuxiu and rebuked with a stern voice, "Enough!"
Fu Yuxiu's palm tightened, his knuckles turning white, his gaze on Qiao Zhaoyue was sharp and fierce like a knife, "Don't let me hear you spouting nonsense again, or even if Grandpa protects you, I definitely won't spare you."
Having said that, he flung Qiao Zhaoyue's arm away and walked off.
Qiao Zhaoyue collapsed onto the sofa, feeling utterly powerless, not even noticing the buzzing sound above her head.
Just now, Fu Yuxiu almost strangled her to death...
"Zhaoyue, are you alright?" Madam Fu hurried back from outside, and seeing her pale complexion startled her; she rushed forward, holding her with concern, "What happened? Why are you so pale? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
