She was in rage; her wrinkles almost distorted; and her voice sharp as the winter winds that blew past the ears.
It felt icy cold, as if one had fallen into a pool of ice.
The area of the living room was enormous, and in the air was a feeling of compelling pressure.
For a moment, there was silence.
The smile on Bai Muchuan chilled by a few notches as he listened.
The moment he stepped inside the house, he had been wearing a smile, but his gaze never landed on the sullen looking woman.
"It's easy to fall sick if the air conditioning is switched to full blast!"
Not sure whom he had directed that to, he simply went up to the second floor with his lips pursed.
Grandma Bai was already very old, and her health had always been poor. Recently, she had been feeling unwell. Nevertheless, even when a tiger fell ill, it would not turn into a cat. Her influence in the family was still prominent, and no one dared to provoke her.
