Fu Shuya's body quivered, a long time, a grind of teeth, slowly walked down.
Step by step, she just stood on the stairs.
I saw Alan walking slowly.
Fu Shuya's heart was sad to death. If she could have confessed to Alan earlier, wouldn't... Alan also like herself...
After all, Alan will definitely not like a woman like Zhao Xinyu...
She lowered her eyes.
Listening to the footsteps approaching, my heart sank.
Just then.
All of a sudden, the door of the living room was pushed open, and the servant came in. He looked at Fu Jingzhao, Alan and others who were standing in the living room, and finally fell on the housekeeper.
Eyes light still unconsciously glanced at Alan, "that, miss, housekeeper... just now the doorman said that Jiang Shao's wife has come and is now outside the door."
