Feng Qing's long hair blew gently. Her fair skin, pink lips, and even her soulless eyes were incomparably beautiful.
At this moment, Feng Jianing was even more shocked than when she first met Feng Qing three years ago. At that time, looking at the immature Feng Qing, Feng Jianing's intuition told her that she absolutely couldn't let this woman come back. She would definitely take everything away from her!
Feng Jianing felt that everything before her eyes was an illusion. Could it be that Feng Yiru's perfume was still effective? She could see ghosts in broad daylight?
With a scream that caught her off guard, Feng Jianing was just like Feng Qing back then. She missed her footing and rolled down the stairs.
Tang Pan, who was still flattering Feng Jianing just now, was shocked by this sudden accident. She indeed looked down on Feng Jianing, but she couldn't show it on her face. She couldn't afford to offend the Feng family in Jiangdu.
