When Qiao Mu returned to her courtyard, she also went to her study.
However, she didn't call anyone.
Instead, she grabbed a porcelain cup and threw it against the wall.
"Two bastards." She screamed; her face contorted into a horrific mask.
"Where did these two bastards come from? How dare they spoil my good deeds?"
Cups, teapots, plates, chess set, wooden table…
Qiao Mu smashed one thing after another until she felt better.
When she regained her composure, she flumped on her study seat.
"I have no choice." She muttered, removed a communication jade pendant, and messaged someone.
Barely a moment later, she received a reply.
When she saw the reply, Qiao Wu frowned but soon nodded in understanding.
'Compared to Fang Tiancheng, killing Fang Ye is more important.' She thought.
After that, she put away the jade pendant, cleaned the room and smoothened her expression.
