Instead of being shocked or afraid that her husband might blame her, the woman burst out in soft laughter. "There's no one here. Why don't you drop the act?"
Annoyed, Fan Chuan said in an irritated voice, "I told you not to touch her, didn't I? Why didn't you listen to me?"
Yi Xia went to her husband and hugged him from behind. With a soft, gentle voice, she said, "She's such a brat, thinking that she's still the heir. If she knew who it was that caused her parents' deaths, do you think she would still call you uncle?"
Hearing the words that came out of her mouth, Fan Chuan turned around and hissed, "Lower your voice. Do you want the whole world to know?"
Yi Xia kissed her husband on the lips before saying, "Chuan, get rid of her. We have our own children, we need to think about them. As long as she's here, our children would never be able to inherit."
