"I am your father," Rong Qi teased with a smirk and a slightly roguish tone.
Those four words were enough to infuriate Ye Shaoxian. Clenching his fists, he approached Rong Qi, who stood her ground, hands in her pockets, wearing a playful smile.
The two were at odds like fire and water.
Fan Hui, sensing the brewing conflict, quickly stepped between them. "Master Shaoxian, this is Master Shen's wife, Madam Rong Qi."
The hostility was palpable from their first encounter, and Fan Hui, no fool, saw the animosity between them. She was anxious like a cat on a hot tin roof. Fan Hui was aware of Ye Shaoxian's vengeful nature and Rong Qi's provocation. Fan Hui feared the troubles that might ensue. A fight at the family dinner was the last thing they needed.
