The heavily powdered face moved closer, eyes full of malicious intrigue.
"Lin Wan Yi, which nouveau riche did you marry?"
"You're dressed decently, but carrying two burdens. Life must be worse than back at the Lin Family, right?"
Mrs. Zhang's voice was sharp and loud, deliberately raised by eight octaves.
Passersby cast curious glances their way.
Gu Lan was so furious her face turned red. She clutched Gu An tightly, wanting to confront her.
Lin Wan Yi, however, reached out to stop her.
She didn't respond immediately, just lowered her head and adjusted the small blanket on Gu Ning's swaddle.
Her movements were unhurried, her demeanor calm.
Then, she looked up.
And smiled.
"Mrs. Zhang, you have such a good memory."
Lin Wan Yi's voice was calm, as if discussing the weather.
"The day my father got into trouble, you brought a truckload of people to the Lin Family, claiming to visit but actually there to take things, weren't you?"
