The voice recording ended.
The living room was quiet once again.
Fang Yuanyuan felt awkward to be standing around. She pointed to her room and slipped away quietly. Even Xing Feifei, who was playing with her mobile phone, noticed something amiss—she looked up quietly and saw her mom, Tan Yuechun, whose expression was really stern as well as Xiang Wan, who seemed to be a little sullen.
"Youngest aunt." Xiang Wan opened her mouth first. "What do you want me to do by telling me all these?"
Her tone was emotionless as though she was not angry at all. Nonetheless, the heavy, stifling atmosphere seemed to indicate otherwise that she might really be fuming inside.
Tan Yuechun glanced at her fair, delicate face. For a moment, she was a little unsure of what this young lady was thinking about.
