Xia Yangyang found it very strange.
She didn't know who had poured her the wine.
Or perhaps the waiter had just made a mistake with the drinks?
But for Xia Yangyang, it was indeed good news.
So Xia Yangyang took a hefty sip.
As she put down the wine glass, Xia Yangyang smiled and said, "Since we're all family, I'd like to ask Miss Xi a question?"
Xi Zijun said, "What do you want to ask?"
Although Xi Zijun kept a smile on her face,
there was a sense of foreboding in her heart.
Xia Yangyang directly asked, "Miss Xi, why did you tell little Xingxing that I was the one who caused her mother's death, plunging a five-year-old child into pain? Can Miss Xi live with that?"
Xia Yangyang couldn't care about anything else now.
All she wanted right now was a result.
The people around seemed not to understand what Xia Yangyang was talking about at all.
But over there, Xi Zijun's expression instantly changed.
After a while,
