Wen Biyu laughed, and with her arms crossed in front of her chest, deliberately squeezed her body to reveal more of her cleavage.
An Xiaowan pursed her lips and said, "Keep talking."
Gloating, Wen Biyu continued with a smirk, "I heard Madam Du is selling the house."
An Xiaowan's eyes widened.
The An family had their beginnings in that old house. An Yanmo had built it brick by brick.
It had always been the An family's residence. Every other generation would refurbish or renovate the place to maintain it.
That is where the An family's roots are! How could she sell it?
An Xiaowan clenched her hands tightly into a fist. "Who told you that?"
"It was An Xue who told me. I'm not lying." Wen Biyu then cocked her head to one side and taunted, "Aren't you filthy rich? Why don't you buy the house?"
Wen Biyu knew that An Xiaowan could not afford it.
