Wu Fang nodded respectfully, "Yes."
"And one more thing." Fu Yanhe sipped the congee in his hand with a regal air. Just a simple bowl of congee, yet he ate it as if it were a delicacy. He lowered his eyes slightly and said in a cold voice, "Go to FY and send her the clothes that are currently in vogue and fit the young lady."
Then he paused and added, "So that people won't see her always wearing shabby clothes and say the Fu Family is harsh on her."
Wu Fang listened to his young master's familiar stubborn remarks and nodded without changing his expression, "Yes."
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Shen Yanhe, walking along the hallway back to her room, heard a short, sharp scream from below, accompanied by a vicious curse: "Ah! Bitch! Bitch!"
"Why didn't you just die in prison! Why do you have to come out and fight me for Yunqian! Bitch! Why don't you go die!"
Shen Yanhe stopped in her tracks, expressionlessly walked to the railing, and looked down.
