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.,"Aunt Song!" Fu Xiaoyao hurriedly put on her clothes and ran downstairs, just as the maid, Aunt Song, was cleaning in the living room.,Aunt Song turned off the vacuum cleaner in her hand and looked at her in surprise, "I'm here, Madam, what's wrong with you"。