Tang Xi's hoarse voice broke the silence, her demeanor somewhat uneasy, "Fu Tingzhou, what brings you here?"
Fu Tingzhou looked at her, frowning at the sound of her hoarse voice. What happened to this woman's throat, as if it never got better? A fever or an illness would make her throat hoarse beyond recognition. Didn't Nie Xiaoyun take her to the doctor?
But seeing the woman's serene yet indifferent features, how she stepped back in response to his arrival, the man felt instant displeasure, "Can't I come over? Tang Xi, don't forget what your status is!"
Tang Xi let out a faint scoff.
She clutched the Zhouzhou in her arms tightly, and the little dog seemed to feel its owner's emotions, whimpering twice in her embrace. Tang Xi pursed her lips, her delicate eyelids drooping slightly, "Yeah, what is my status?"
A disposable mistress.
Someone who can be replaced at any time.
Someone who is hidden away here for life, never to see the light of day.
Tang Xi looked up at him.
