Aunt Liu suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned to see Fu Mingzhu right in front of her, looking bewildered.
She looked at Fu Mingzhu, then at the door of the guest room.
Fu Mingzhu was outside; who was inside?
Yes, who was inside?
Lin Qingqing was curious as well.
It mustn't be a noble lady from another family.
If it were, Xiao Fengxing might not be able to divorce her and marry me.
"Who is it? Just take a look and you'll know," Fu Mingzhu sneered, "You seem quite sure one of them is Xiao Fengxing in there."
"I also want to see whom my fiancé is with at this moment," Fu Mingzhu said.
The onlookers couldn't hold back and began to murmur.
The gazes directed at Fu Mingzhu were tinted with some sympathy.
Originally, they envied her for getting engaged to Xiao Fengxing.
