"Grandma, who was the one that told you about Xiao Liuliu's car accident?" Yu Yuehan closed his eyes and asked.
Matriarch Yu was stunned. A streak of hesitation flashed past her benevolent face.
Just as she wanted to reply, the butler walked to Yu Yuehan's side and muttered something with a lowered voice.
Immediately after, Yu Yuehan's gaze turned ice cold.
That aura, the one that rejected people from afar, appeared suddenly from him.
Before Nian Xiaomu could register what had happened, a sharp voice sounded from outside the dining room, "I was wondering why there wasn't a single soul outside; turns out that all of you are eating. Did Young Aunt come at the wrong time?"
An arrogant looking middle-aged lady with a lavish outfit strutted into the room.
She talked about coming at the wrong time; but she did not seem to feel embarrassed about it.
