I, Fan Yu’s Woman (1)

Such a simple name shocked fan yu.

If he had not heard wrongly, the meaning behind those two sentences..

A white light flashed in Fan Yu's mind.

It was as if there was something that he should remember, but he could not recall it no matter how hard he tried.

Then, he heard her mutter, "Hateful..."

Fan Yu:"..."

His face instantly darkened.

What was he doing?

Was he overthinking things?

She did not forget to scold him even in her dreams. How could they possibly know each other.

Fan Yu carried Xiao Liuliu down from the pillow and placed her under the blanket. After making sure that she would not kick the blanket again, he strolled out of the guest room.

Just as he reached the door, he saw the butler standing guard at the stairs.

Fan Yu walked up and asked, "Have you called the Qiao Family?"