"Who the hell is this girl?!" Master Gu's face darkened.
And he wasn't the only one with that reaction.
Feng Wu only snorted inwardly. She couldn't care less about Feng Liu's baby, but if Feng Liu died today, people would blame her for it.
And when that happened, Zuo Qingyu's plan would have worked, and no one would believe Feng Wu.
At that thought, Feng Wu narrowed her eyes and warned Master Gu, "I hope your diagnosis will withstand my scrutiny."
"You — You —" Master Gu was so angry that his beard bristled.
Feng Wu ignored him and quickly went into the bedchamber.
She was very familiar with the room, because she used to sleep here for years. However, the layout and decorations had completely changed by now.
Feng Liu lay on the big bed. Her pale face was covered in a cold sweat, and her breathing was so weak that one could barely detect it.
