"Don't talk nonsense, just go back to your room. There's no need to fuss over Xiaoxi. It's normal for young people to be a bit restless at night."
In that moment, the old father's voice boomed as he sharply reprimanded the old mother.
Instantly chastened, the old mother zipped her lips and retreated to her room, her pursuit of Murong Jinxiang abruptly halted.
Murong Jinxiang's eyes remained locked on the door until she heard it click shut.
Only then did she exhale deeply, her relief evident.
In the same breath, she delivered a swift punch to Zhang Wei's arm.
"You started all this, and you nearly ruined my reputation."
"That's all the old woman's fault; did you hear what she was saying about me?"
Zhang Wei shrugged off any responsibility with a dismissive wave, pinning the blame squarely on the old woman.
"Hmph, then what's your plan to make amends? A simple sorry won't work."
