Just in case, Mrs. Xia hurried to her feet: "I'll go check."
"Then I'll go with you." The thought of her daughter alone with a mentally ill person made Ouyang Qian uneasy. She set down her napkin and, with a smile lingering on her lips, her words grandiose: "Yuanyuan wanted to see the upstairs renovations, and she got me curious as well."
However—
After they went upstairs, Mrs. Xia's shouting could be heard.
"What's going on?" Lai Wenyan and Xia Zhengguo both rose to their feet.
Lai Yuaner's sobs echoed through the villa.
Lai Wenyan's expression changed slightly as he took the lead and quickly ascended the stairs.
When he arrived at the room from where the crying emanated, what met his eyes was a scene of chaos.
The young man, his hair in disarray and his expression ferocious, was being tightly clutched by Mrs. Xia. Bare-chested, his trousers were halfway down their zipper, revealing the edge of his black underwear.
As for the bed—
