Zhao Youlin glanced at Sun Fengzi and chuckled disdainfully. "There are many people inside and I couldn't breathe, so I came out for some fresh air. It was a good thing that I did. If not, I would have missed such an intense fight. How could I have known that you had so many complaints toward third uncle, eldest aunt, oh, I should call her my mom now, and grandfather?"
"Mom? You call her so intimately. You came here in the middle of the night to eavesdrop on other people. Is that how this mother of yours taught you?"
Zhao Youlin's eyes suddenly narrowed, and she stared at the woman who still mouthed off others when she was in the wrong. Her aura began to become slightly bloodthirsty as well.
Zhao Shunchang felt the change in the atmosphere and hurriedly extended his hand to pull Sun Fengzi back. "Fengzi, be quiet."
