When she entered just now, the servant did not stop her, and Madam Shen had not expected Han Jiangxue to come directly here.
"Mom, I… I came to see how you were doing and to pick up Yibo to take him home," Han Jiangxue said with a nonchalant expression on her face, as if nothing had happened before.
As an outsider, Dong Yan could only suppress her anger in front of Madam Shen, even if she felt it boiling inside.
Madam Shen's eyes were sharp as swords, piercing into Han Jiangxue for several seconds before she instructed a servant beside her, "Take the young master inside to play. The wind is strong out here; he could catch a cold."
The servant nodded, "Yes, Madam."
After the servant and Little Yibo left, Madam Shen took a step towards Han Jiangxue and, raising her hand, delivered a slap to her face, "Pick up my grandson to go home? Which home are you referring to?"
