Fu Yuhua entered through the side door, her gaze instantly landing on the erect figure in the center.
Her footsteps abruptly halted.
A look of astonishment flickered in her eyes, as if her chest had burst open. A chill started at the soles of her feet, creeping up and along her spine to her joints, spreading ceaselessly.
The muscles on her face were taut, abruptly pulling the wound that had been sliced open by a scalpel, causing a scorching pain.
"How could..."
He actually came back —
Differing from the astonishment of others, Luo Tingfeng, who was in the back direction, glanced at the facial expressions of the people present. He sneered, his eyes filled with coldness.
It was time for the return.
Otherwise, some people would lose their sense of self.
Fu Chi, who initially didn't care about fame and fortune. Unfortunately, some people shouldn't have targeted Jiang Ruan. Otherwise, the situation would not have escalated to this stage.