"Ouch!"
Rubbing his head, Bu Jingyu looked at Feng Wu accusingly. "I didn't say I wanted to marry you. The little girl in the painting looks so cute and obedient. She won't be as fierce as you! Hmph!"
Feng Wu said, "Cut the crap. What does Chu Tianxiao want with this girl?"
Bu Jingyu said, "I don't know. The maid didn't say."
Feng Wu asked, "Where's your maid?"
Bu Jingyu said sadly, "She's dead."
Feng Wu asked, "How?"
Bu Jingyu shook his head and didn't say much.
"My mother is already dead, and my maid is also dead. You can't get any answers." Bu Jingyu rolled up the painting and wrapped it up layer by layer. He was very careful, afraid that he would leave marks.
"This is my life-saving charm," Bu Jingyu said solemnly to Feng Wu.
Feng Wu rubbed her temple, thinking, "Your real life-saving charm is right in front of you, okay?"
But Feng Wu wouldn't tell anyone that.
Would he…
