In the Floral Hall, Wufu and Wu Lihong were locked in a stalemate, even the air was filled with an unsettling tension.
Under the heavens, they were perhaps the only father and daughter to act like enemies.
Wu Lihong was furious, it wasn't supposed to be like this in his imagination. Even if not particularly affectionate, it shouldn't be like this, getting close to her was like being pricked by a hedgehog, leaving one covered in wounds.
He glanced at Wufu, who was calmly drinking tea, acting as if he were invisible, and his anger flared.
"What exactly do you want?" Wu Lihong forcibly suppressed his anger, gritting his teeth, "Even if you don't admit it verbally, you can't deny that the blood of the Wu Family runs in your veins."
Wufu sneered, "Do you think I willingly bleed the blood of your family?" She looked outside, her eyelids lowered, "You ask me what I want, but I must ask Lord Wu, what do you want? Why have you come here?"
