Wu Fang respectfully nodded, "Yes."
"Additionally," Fu Yanhe, sipping his porridge with a dignified grace—turning a simple bowl into a delicacy—slightly lowered his gaze and spoke in a cold voice, "Go to FY and have all the fashionable clothes in the young madam's size sent to her."
He paused, then added, "Lest others see her always wearing rags and accuse the Fu Family of treating her harshly."
Listening to his young master's familiar tough talk, Wu Fang, without changing his expression, nodded again, "Yes."
-
As Shen Yanhe walked along the corridor back to her room, she heard a sharp scream from below, accompanied by malicious curses, "Ah! Bitch! Bitch!"
"Why didn't you just die in the prison! Why do you have to come out and compete with me for Yunqian brother! Bitch! Why don't you just die!"
Shen Yanhe stopped in her tracks and emotionlessly walked closer to the balcony rail to look down.
