How did it just so happen to be this very moment, tonight?
"Xiaxia, who is it?"
"Mom, it's Mr. Fu."
As she spoke, Fu Shilv had already squeezed in. The house was much more spacious than the previous one.
Guan Mingshu wore a modernized, traditional Chinese-style cheongsam dress that billowed around her slender frame.
Yet she managed to exude an air of elegance. Guan Mingshu rose from the sofa with great enthusiasm.
"Mr. Fu is here, please come in."
Mrs. Feng came out of the kitchen and, upon seeing Fu Shilv, her face stretched longer than a donkey's.
Guan Mingshu was confused, watching her stand there blankly.
"Mrs. Feng, make some tea, please."
Mrs. Feng had initially followed Sheng Youxia into the Fu Family, and in Xi Zi Bay, she had personally witnessed how her young mistress was mistreated.
It was bad enough not being favored, but right after the wedding, Fu Shilv would only come home every few days, and even when he was there, he would wear a long face.