Feng Sang

However… Yu Mingye was a little concerned, for little Feng Wu didn't have any cultivation and his family would never let him marry such a girl.

Take her as a concubine? Somehow, Yu Mingye knew in his heart that the moment he said that to her, little Feng Wu would slap him until he was dead.

Such a dilemma…

Feng Wu had no idea what the silly teenager was thinking about as she made her way to Flying Snow Building with Feng Xiaoqi.

It was very quiet outside Flying Snow Building.

All the servants held their breaths and were as quiet as cicadas in late autumn.

Quarreling voices came from inside the building.

Feng Wu recognized the voices of Feng Yanfeng and Lady Wang.

So much for their supposedly "steadfast love." Feng Wu smirked a little.

"Miss Wu —"

Seeing Feng Wu arrive with the boy, Granny Gui, who had been guarding the entrance, raised her voice all of a sudden.

The quarreling voices subsided right away.