"Young Master," the maid greeted him respectfully.
Fu Qinglun was clad in a white shirt and a black vest, followed by a black overcoat outside. He entered the living room and handed his briefcase over to the maid, his gaze riveting to the episode happening in the living room.
He glanced at Rong'rong, who was still on the carpeted ground, and also Madam Fu. He might have sensed something fishy going on and so his brows were knitted, before his gaze landed on Lin Shiyu.
He sized her up, noticing the red marks on her wrist. His face turned somber and he walked over slowly.
"What's the matter?" He stretched out his arm and held onto Lin Shiyu's hand while asking.
Lin Shiyu shook her head in response. "It's nothing much."
His gaze sharpened and he glared at Rong'rong confrontationally.
Rong'rong was left on the carpeted ground, she dug her nails deep into her palms and was overcome by too much hatred to even feel the pain.
