Aunt Lin immediately swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
Because she noticed that Tang Zan was looking at her with a teasing expression, his eyes even showing a gleam of eagerness.
Obviously, he was just waiting for her to condemn him so that he could legitimately settle accounts with her.
Her arm, which had been struck by Tang Zan, was still hurting, so she dared not say more.
Plus, that cold gaze always made her feel as if she was being watched by some poisonous snake.
At her age, she actually feared her nephew!
Tang Qingrou looked up at Tang Zan: "Zan'er, the people of the main house are all starving to death."
Tang Zan's tone was icy, his face full of indifference.
"So what?"
Tang Qingrou was about to say more when Aunt Lin covered her mouth and dragged her away.
She could guarantee that if Tang Qingrou spoke, the consequence awaiting her would definitely not be good. Tang Zan was no longer the Tang Zan of the past.
