The biting winter wind was piercingly cold.
Bare trees swayed in the harsh wind.
Guarded heavily, two figures stood unmoving at the entrance. The accumulating snow under their feet slightly collapsed, indicating that they had been standing there for some time.
"Wen Wei, we've been standing here for so long. After all, our Wen family holds a respected position in Beijing. The Quan family is openly giving us a difficult time." The woman complained, her teeth chattering from the cold.
The speaker was Wen Ru's mother, Li Yan.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child. Wen Ru is spoiled because of you and look at the mess she's drawn us into. And yet, here you stand, complaining," Wen Wei rebuked, his face stark.
"If we can't settle this matter properly, not to mention the Quan family, even the Zhan family will not let us off the hook."
Li Yan, who was always afraid of him, fell silent at his stern reprimand.
She hung her head, resenting her own daughter deep down.
