"I know," Ye Shaoxian said with an impatient and cold voice.
Watching her son's frosty demeanor, a surge of resentment welled up in Madam Liu's eyes before she turned and left.
Once the room quieted down, Ye Shaoxian let out a cold laugh. He thought, 'I'll remember that crazy woman. No matter who she is, once I found her, I'd make sure she paid.'
Outside the room, Madam Liu questioned the maid, "Has Minghang returned yet? And that wretched Silai? Where did she run off to?"
The maid, head bowed and cautious, replied, "Madam, Master Hang hasn't returned yet. He will definitely be back for tonight's family dinner. As for Madam Liang…"
"Ugh! What Madam Liang? She's nothing but a husband-stealer! If I hear you call her that again, I'll tear your mouths apart!" Madam Liu roared.
The maid's unfinished words were cut short as Madam Liu slapped her hard across the face, leaving her clutching her cheek in pain and humiliation.
