Fabrication

Fabrication

Watching Shen Wuxiao lead his people inside with her own eyes, Fan Jingfeng felt an indescribable bitterness.

She was powerless to change anything and could only sit there in frustration.

No matter the outcome, her grandfather would definitely tell her.

Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao led his people toward the elevator.

They went up to the third floor and headed straight for a private room.

Fan Yu was already waiting inside.

In truth, he was rather bewildered.

He had been brought here for no apparent reason.

No matter what he asked, those people refused to answer.

They simply kept telling him to sit and wait!

The instant the private room door opened, Fan Yu instinctively stood up and looked over.

There were three men and two women in total.

The man at the front was incredibly handsome and carried himself with exceptional poise.

Shen Wuxiao's face was expressionless. Without even sparing Fan Yu a glance, he walked straight to the opposite side and sat down.

Fan Yu still had no idea what was going on.

He remained standing.

Leaning back in his chair, Shen Wuxiao finally revealed a faint smile.

"Elder Fan, sit!" He raised a hand in invitation.

Fan Yu had not recognized him earlier, but now that the other man was sitting across from him, he could see him clearly.

Shen Wuxiao!

The Imperial Capital Crown Prince.

The Fan lineage was no small household, and they were a Tianjin family not far from the Imperial Capital.

Of course Fan Yu knew who Shen Wuxiao was.

"Young... Young Master Shen, why is it you? What is this...?"

Nervousness covered Fan Yu's aged face, and his calves were trembling slightly.

If Shen Wuxiao had someone bring him here, it certainly could not be anything good.

Or rather, nothing connected to the