The teacup shattered with a sound, and blood flowed out from the wound on Zhong Fei's forehead.
He Miao glanced over coldly at He Wei. "This is what you owe me. Your mother will pay it back for you today."
He Wei held her mother, who was on the verge of collapsing, in disbelief. The Old Madam had used all her strength. Zhong Fei was still dizzy and could not speak.
He Miao's actions were so sudden that everyone was stunned on the spot. Only He Wei was the first to react. She looked in the direction He Miao had left with a venomous gaze. Her last words were like a shadow, hovering in her mind.
He Miao said that He Wei owed her, but He Wei could not figure out what exactly she owed her because she had never taken what happened back then to heart.
He Miao wanted revenge for Onion. That time, it sneaked out of the room and was injured so badly. After thinking about it carefully, she knew that He Wei must have been responsible.
