"Third Master Fu? That's impossible, they don't even share the same surname!" Li Qin was still struggling in denial.
"Yu Na, you must be mistaken. Plus, if Jiang Moxi's uncle really were Third Master Fu, she wouldn't need to work as a waitress at Night Color." Wang Anqi also clung to a last sliver of hope.
Because if they had offended someone else, they figured a few pleas for mercy and a pitiful act might get them off the hook.
But if they had offended Third Master Fu...
Just thinking about the methods Third Master Fu was rumored to use on people sent shivers down their spines.
But Yu Na told them:
"I'm not mistaken. It was Third Master Fu who took Jiang Moxi away yesterday, and she did indeed call him uncle. I saw it with my own eyes, how could I be wrong?"
Those words, like a thunderbolt, left their minds utterly blank.
All that echoed in their hearts was one thought: It's over, is Jiang Moxi truly Third Master Fu's niece?
