"What did you say!"
Lin Yuan'ai, who was leisurely eating dessert, abruptly threw down the bowl and plate in her hands.
"Yan Xinxin wants to kill Chuxi? Is it true!"
"Don't spread things you're unsure about."
Mo Qifeng, however, appeared very calm.
"Sir, Madam, I heard it with my own ears. Just now, I went to deliver dessert to the young master and young madam's new room. When I reached the door, I heard strange noises coming from inside. Later, I heard the young madam say, 'Even if I really wanted to kill you, I would do it myself!'"
Sister Lin affirmed this with a serious expression.
"I suspect the young madam might be in a bad mood because of the unexpected miscarriage, so she's taking it out on the young master!"
"That insane woman!"
Lin Yuan'ai suddenly stood up, her face filled with anger.
"I want to see if she really has the guts to harm Chuxi!"
"Wait!"
Mo Qifeng stopped her.
