After Xue Lan finished speaking, she heard Gu Junhang laugh.
But this laughter did not alleviate the unease in her heart. When she looked up, she found that her son was smiling, but there was a chilling air at the bottom of his eyes.
Xue Lan's intertwined hands tightened.
"How did she talk back to you? Tell me."
Xue Lan was eager to speak, but found that she could not even make up a story.
Many servants watched and listened to what happened last night.
She could silence all the servants, but she could not threaten Chen Ma.
She now understood why Gu Junhang's tone has been so gentle. It was to make her talk about last night's events.
She was so angry that she grit her teeth, but she didn't dare to vent her anger on Gu Junhang.
"Not saying? Isn't it because Mo Mo talked back? Let me hear how my wife talked back to my mother."
At this moment, Gu Junhang's initially expressionless eyes were filled with obvious ridicule.
