The son and daughter were already like that, but Pei Ying still managed to stay calm. Zhuang Xiyue thought to herself that this woman was even more ruthless than she imagined.
"Oh, really?" A teasing voice suddenly came from outside the door, and then a tall figure gradually approached.
The person who entered was Yan Nangui.
His eyes seemed to carry a faint smile, but deep inside hid a dark whirlpool, as if capable of drawing people in.
Xiang'er shuddered, first with joy, then she fearfully lowered her head.
"Sister-in-law is right. Just a little girl—where would she get the courage to plot against me? I think most likely someone else is pulling the strings behind her. Who could that be, I wonder...?"
