Fu Xiaoyao suddenly woke up with a jolt, her eyes snapping open to the sight of the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Everything around her was elegantly furnished.,It seemed as if he hadn't heard what Aunt Song had said. Lu Hanchuan walked over, took a glass, and poured himself a glass of red wine.,"Madam, you said there were strangers at home... This, this wouldn't be about Mr. ..."。