Sheng Youxia couldn't understand how she had gotten involved with such a scoundrel.
The woman downstairs, as long as she wasn't foolish, would soon think of them upstairs.
Fu Shilv sat for a while, then took a phone call.
Sheng Youxia could vaguely hear some of the conversation.
"Hello, Mr. Fu, she refuses to sell the house and even says she would rather die than move..."
"If that's the case, then let her be."
"Do you think we should still proceed with the second plan?"
Fu Shilv responded softly, "Mhm."
After he hung up, Sheng Youxia glanced at him. She had heard some of it, but she didn't ask.
Whatever he did had nothing to do with her.
But then Sheng Youxia thought again, his actions would involve her after all.
Fu Shilv walked into the kitchen as if he were in his own home, pouring himself a drink. When he came back and sat down next to Sheng Youxia, she saw he was holding a rather fancy cup.
Fu Shilv noticed her gaze and explained with the cup in hand.