Fu Xinwu was seething with rage on top of the courtyard wall, feeling as if her very hair was standing on end. The person she cherished most, someone for whom even a stolen glance was satisfying, was actually being cursed at? It was simply unbearable.
Thinking of jumping down, she was suddenly restrained by Nan Fei.
"Don't be impulsive, I think Wei Qin wouldn't want to be on display."
Nan Fei's calm and pleasing voice quickly brought Fu Xinwu back to her senses. Clenching her fists tightly, her eyes filled with a bloody hue, she said, word by word, "I must make Lu Dongxin and Wei An pay a heavy price."
