Feng Wuya's question went unanswered by Jiang Tao.
He simply hung his head, his expression dismal.
But Feng Wuya couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly became agitated, "What exactly happened to her? Jiang Tao, speak!"
No one had ever seen Feng Wuya so worked up.
He was always gentle and refined, rarely angry, and even if he was, he would keep it to himself rather than shouting out loud.
But at this moment, he was so agitated that he almost grabbed Jiang Tao by the collar.
"Prince..."
"Wuya, come here, your mother will tell you," Murong Yu beckoned with her hand.
Feng Wuya didn't want to move; he just stared at Jiang Tao, wanting to hear it from Jiang Tao himself.
After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Tao finally spoke hoarsely, "Prince, my master... asked you to... take care of yourself."
"Impossible!" Feng Wuya growled, grabbing the lapel of her clothing.