After leaving the Feng family through the secret passage, Feng Wuyou sat in the car that had been prepared to pick her up.
"Miss, are you sure? If Old Master and Madam see you like this, they definitely won't agree to you going alone."
"I'm sure. You don't have to say anything else. Just bring me there according to the address I gave you." Feng Wuyou's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes were still red.
"Okay." The chauffeur sighed silently.
Overnight, it was as if he did not know this once sunny young lady. The fall of the Feng family had dealt a huge blow to Feng Wuyou.
In the past, when he saw Feng Wuyou, she was like a red rose that bloomed wantonly. She had sunlight and passion, and her face was always filled with a smile.
The current Eldest Miss was a rose that had been ravaged by the wind and frost. She was also beautiful, but her beauty made one's heart ache.
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China,
