Fengye Wuyin's cold gaze fell on Madam Aisha.
Madam Aisha was smiling at them, her eyes warm and serene, unlike the mask-like, hypocritical smiles of the high society ladies, bringing a warmth that flowed into one's heart, so pure, so flawless.
Fengye Wuyin was startled, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly turned his head away, for he feared such people the most.
After a moment, he spoke stiffly.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in anyone other than the target, nor do I have the time to hurt her."
Yiyi knew this person was a ruthless guy but also trustworthy, so she felt relieved.
She walked over to Madam Aisha, and upon getting closer, she saw clearly that Madam Aisha was wearing a black dress today, very plain in style, even somewhat outdated, with no jewelry on her, which surprised Yiyi.
Listening to Fengye Wuyin's tone just now, this lady's status wasn't low either, being the governor's wife.
