Entering the hall.
Fang Yu, looking at the chaotic hall, didn't pay it any mind; his gaze fell upon Ye Wenjun.
At this moment, Ye Wenjun seemed so haggard, so frail...
He didn't speak, walked up to Wenjun, gently took her hand, and said faintly, "Your wrist is injured, let me treat it."
It was unprecedented; Wenjun actually nodded: "Mm."
The two went upstairs.
In the hall, silence reigned, everyone incredulously watching the scene unfold.
The servants, who had served Miss Ye of the Ye Family for many years, were even more astonished.
From a young age, the young lady had always been aloof, particularly picky when it came to choosing men, hardly able to accept a man approaching her proactively... But now, in front of Fang Yu, she was like a little woman!
"What are you all staring at? Don't you have work to do? Hurry and clean up," Ye Xingkong came in, scolding them.
Ye Xingkong glanced around, then asked, "Where's Ye Xingchen?"
