The man had rouge on his face and lipstick on his lips, wearing a fawning smile. The middle-aged, ugly woman pinched him around his waist and stuffed a silver ingot into his hand.
"Master!"
Aunt Xue's voice trembled, almost unable to believe her own eyes.
Who else could that dressed-up wretch, greased by the ugly woman, be if not Feng Zhanlian!
Feng Zhanlian felt as though struck by lightning. Looking up, he saw several people from Feng Mansion; his body shook, his complexion turning both red and white.
"Big brother, how did you end up like this?"
Feng Zhan Tian also couldn't believe it; his brother, who was once elegant and handsome, had turned into this pathetic figure in just a few days.
Feng Zhanlian opened his mouth, but his throat had been poisoned into silence, leaving him only capable of emitting a hoarse cry.
Aunt Xue was sobbing uncontrollably, throwing herself forward.
