Bi Huang and Su Rong made their way up the hill, their feet crunching against the dried leaves littering the path.
As they drew closer, Su Rong's heart pounded in her chest, and her eyes narrowed at Xia Tian's figure standing in the distance.
Despite her inner turmoil, Su Rong composed herself and kept a calm expression on her face, suspecting that Xia Tian was the mastermind behind all the chaos that had befallen her family.
She was a middle-aged woman with long black hair that was pulled back into a neat bun. Her face was lined with age and experience, but her eyes still held a hint of youthful fire.
Xia Tian's eyes lit up with malicious glee as he spotted the middle-aged woman walking behind Bi Huang.
A wicked grin spread across his face as he spoke, "Tsk, who would have thought that a woman who sleeps with her own grandson would have no shame on her face?"
Su Rong was taken aback by his words, and her face paled.
