What Choice Do I Have?

Zuo Qingyu then glared at Feng Wu. "Miss Feng, you've gotten what you came here for, so don't push it. It'll only make you look selfish."

Feng Wu was going to explain what she had done to the dragon scale gold, but after what Zuo Qingyu said, she lost interest.

Instead, she shrugged and said, "Since you've said that, what other choice do I have?"

Zuo Qingyu stared at Feng Wu and snorted.

The old steward couldn't take it anymore, so he told Zuo Qingyu, "Miss Zuo, I'm sure Miss Feng is exhausted. She should get some rest now."

Zuo Qingyu flared up and stared at the old steward.

She had paid the old steward handsomely to win him to her side, but now, he was speaking up for Feng Wu.

The old man wasn't without a conscience. Before, he had known next to nothing about Feng Wu, so he hadn't had any problem making trouble for Feng Wu.