Stepping out of Countess Ingrid's Mansion, Lin Fu glanced back at the countess, who stood at the entrance with her niece, bidding farewell respectfully, and couldn't help but frown.
Countess Ingrid caught Lin Fu's gaze and immediately held her breath, feeling a surge of nervousness within her.
"Lift your head," Lin Fu said dissatisfied, "Didn't Clive teach you the essential etiquette for social occasions?"
Fu Xing whispered from the side, "That's your elder, your father's own uncle, be mindful."
"I just don't like him," Lin Fu had never considered Clive as an elder.
Since his little wife didn't like him, Fu Xing didn't say anything more. In this regard, he was absolutely like a reed swaying in the wind, willing to cast aside upbringing he'd been taught since childhood for his wife, whatever she said was law.
Randall, Monger, and others all felt like facepalming and simply turned their heads to pretend to admire the scenery, acting as if they didn't exist.
