"Madness! You must be mad! You harridan! My cousin should never have married you!"
Zhou Jingwei and Zhou Siheng arrived just in time to hear Zhou Shan saying this.
Zhou Siheng quickly stepped forward to soothe the emotionally uncontrolled Lin Xuansu.
With tears streaming down her face, she clung to Zhou Siheng like a child and said, "Siheng, your aunt loves you the most, please help me, she stole my things!"
Seeing Lin Xuansu in such a state, how could anyone remain unmoved?
Being naturally filial, Zhou Siheng's brow furrowed with concern as he comforted, "Aunt, Jingwei has come, don't worry, he will help you."
Zhou Shan, who had been gasping for air on the ground, suddenly looked up upon hearing Zhou Jingwei's name, her pupils still betraying her panic, her eyes fearfully fixing on Zhou Jingwei.
Zhou Jingwei stood outside the front hall, expressionless, his usual nonchalance evident, but the smile at the corner of his lips was tainted with an indescribable sharpness.
