C907 The Dragon Escort Agency's Yellow Store

Facing the demands put forth by Yuer, Xueyao was utterly perplexed.

"Does Vice Consort Feng truly wish to see Father... Feng Yan dead?" Xueyao looked up, timidly glancing at the woman before her.

From the initial disdain and contempt she had seen in Yuer, Xueyao now couldn't even meet her gaze. Those seemingly pure, lake-like eyes hid a malevolence and coldness she couldn't fathom