Fifteen showed him a toothy grin, but the outcome was a smile that looked worse than crying.
Fifteen walked to Fu Nancheng's side and whispered in his ear: "Yang Peiyun is next door, she wants to see you."
Fu Nancheng's brow furrowed tightly, his thin lips lightly pressed together without making a sound.
The atmosphere in the room became heavy as he furrowed his brows.
"I won't see." A few seconds later, he refused in a deep voice.
Fifteen spoke again: "She said it concerns the madam. If you don't see her, you'll definitely regret it."
His expression immediately turned grim.
Yang Peiyun and her daughter were absolutely up to no good.
Lately, he had been busy investigating the mastermind behind the scenes, worried that they might attempt to sabotage the wedding.
But unfortunately, the opponent was very well-hidden. For half a month, he had only vaguely found some clues, not really tracking down who was truly behind it all and couldn't figure out the real motive.
