The battlefield of the rich ladies (3)_1

Fu Shang broke mu Anya's finger with a light step. this is a lesson.

Her voice was cold and indifferent, and it could make one's heart turn cold instantly. It was as pleasant as pearls falling on a Jade plate.

The woman's shrill cry resounded through the entire Marshal Qi's residence. ah ah ah ah, my hand, my hand ... Mu Anya raised her eyes in disbelief and looked at Fu Shang, " su chiyue, how dare you do this to me? the young master won't let you go, he won't let you go!

"?" Fu Shang was confused.

She raised her thin eyebrows and looked at the maid who was trembling in fear. She asked, " what's going on? what's her relationship with Qi Jin? "

When he said this.

Fu Shang lifted his white chin at mu Anya.

The maid was frightened by Fu min's unreasonable behavior. She didn't dare to be disrespectful anymore and bowed down to explain everything.

After listening to the entire Fuxi, she was silent for a while and then organized her thoughts.