As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Yuanxi punched him. However, Shitou had been practicing kung fu with him since he was 10 years old. He was agile and easily avoided his attack by turning sideways: "Master, are you planning to kill him?"
Shall I silence you?"
"Shut up! If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!" Fu Yuanxi said bitterly.
Shi Shi didn't dare to say anything more, but he still couldn't help but mutter in a low voice: "You're a tough-mouthed duck. No wonder you've liked her for so many years, but she ended up marrying that scumbag from the Murong family."
Fu Yuanxi stared and pumped her fist again.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore, okay?" Shitou quickly shut up.
The car moved forward steadily and soon arrived at the Qin family villa located in Shanshuiwan, Qincheng.
The butler, Uncle Zhang, had already been waiting for him at the door: "Master, the old man has been waiting for you in the living room!"
Fu Yuanxi stretched out her hand and ripped off the obstructive tie from her neck, throwing it to Uncle Zhang: "I understand."
Uncle Zhang followed him: "The old man has already visited the young lady!"
"Really? What did they say? Fang Zimo didn't go crazy again and hit people with a stool?" He still didn't believe the housekeeper's statement that Fang Zimo had returned to normal.
No one else knew why that woman was crazy back then, but he knew it very well!
That was also the thing he regretted the most. If he could turn back time and give him a new choice, he would never take this mentally fragile woman to that place and see such a dirty scene.
After all, he was wrong!
Fang Zimo was not the Lu Zimo that he longed for, nor did he have the innate elegance, arrogance and strength that Lu Zimo had.
Just that one scene caused her to completely collapse and fall into madness.
Over the years, he had found many doctors to treat her, but the results were not ideal. He vaguely felt that Fang Zimo used this method to escape reality. She did not want to wake up and face such an ugly truth.
The housekeeper, Uncle Zhang, didn't know what he was thinking at this time, but told the truth: "No, the young lady ignored the old man at all, and kept sitting in front of the window in a daze, saying nothing!"
Fu Yuanxi nodded: "Okay, I understand."
While he was talking, he had already arrived at the door of the living room: "Uncle Zhang, go and do your work! Wait until the old man leaves later and ask the servants to come and clean the living room."
"Okay, Master!" Uncle Zhang agreed and then turned and left.
But when he left, he sighed helplessly. Every time the old man came, the two of them would have a fierce quarrel, and everything in the living room would be smashed to pieces. For servants like them, they were used to it.
After Uncle Zhang left, Fu Yuanxi walked into the living room casually: "Grandpa, you are looking for me."
While talking, he sat down on the sofa nearby and crossed his legs.
