The room fell into an uneasy silence after Fu Teng's voice rang out.
"You! Get out!"
The woman blinked, clearly not expecting such a direct reaction.
For a brief moment, she only stared at him.
Then she laughed.
There was no embarrassment in her expression, only amusement.
"What a temper," she said as she leaned back slightly, her eyes moving slowly over him. "Young Master Fu, is it?"
Fu Teng did not respond.
His expression remained cold and unmoved.
Instead, he turned his head slightly toward the door.
"Mr. Wu," he called.
The door opened almost immediately.
A man stepped in and bowed slightly.
"Young Master."
"Escort her out," Fu Teng said.
His tone was firm and left no room for argument.
Mr. Wu did not hesitate.
"Yes."
He stepped forward at once.
The woman looked between them, then let out a soft sigh as she stood up slowly.
"Alright, there is no need to rush me like this," she said as she adjusted her clothes.
As she passed by Fu Teng, she paused.
