Chaoge

Everyone looked at Feng Wu strangely after those words.

This Miss Feng wasn't the one who broke the Whistling Vase, so she shouldn't have to pay for it.

Anyone else would have stayed as far away as possible, let alone make it their responsibility.

Little did they expect that Feng Wu would take everything upon herself, which was quite an honorable thing to do.

A wise-looking old man in a plain outfit observed Feng Wu with great interest.

An elderly steward with a stern, impassive face stood beside him. Despite how stoic he looked, there was no question that he was exceptionally capable in cultivation!

"Xiao Wu…" Chaoge was overwhelmed with a sense of guilt. She know how arrogant the people of the Feng clan were and what a hard time those people must be giving Xiao Wu.

She was here to buy a gift for Xiao Wu today, but look at what she had done. She couldn't do anything without causing trouble… Chaoge felt like slapping herself.