That last remark was meant for Li Mao.
He was speechless.
Looking at the Senior Madam helplessly, he started, "Mom—"
"Don't you call me Mom! If we don't get this sorted today, I won't leave. Not only did you kill my daughter, you're going to kill me as well."
Senior Madam Zhang sat on the sofa, heaving and patting her chest in fury after saying this.
Zhang Yuan's sister-in-law hurried over to her and held her, patting the old lady's back, trying to sooth her.
The Senior Madam looked up at Xia Yehua and continued, "If you don't come clean and tell me how my daughter died, you can dream about getting married. Otherwise, you will go ahead with it over my cold and lifeless body!"
The more she spoke, the more agitated she got. She was heaving visibly.
Everyone was at a loss for words.
Shen Zihao frowned but didn't dare to get into a fight with a sickly old lady.
