Ye Qingran was very angry, but she would not be blinded by anger. She was not so rude as to quarrel with a servant.
She would not lose her rationale without thinking about where did this middle-aged woman get her confidence from.
She dared to be so arrogant.
Even if Chu Yan was good to her, he would not let her dictate her own life.
Moreover, based on her understanding of Chu Yan, she couldn't be so indulgent towards a person who liked to play tricks behind his back and use his power to intimidate others.
The existence and attitude of this middle-aged woman made people ponder.
Ye Qingran was silent for a moment before she suddenly smiled. "There's something that I think you might not be clear about. The house that you're in now doesn't belong to your young master. It belongs to me, Ye Qingran."
The middle-aged woman was stunned. "What did you say? This house belongs to you?"
