In less than five minutes, Fu Han hung up the phone. Her obsidian-like eyes looked at Luo Qiluo, "Aunt Luo, what I wanted to say is that Bai Wei and I were about to deal with this matter when you came in. We have always wanted to tell you, but you didn't give us a chance to speak."
Luo Qiluo's face reddened slightly, and she gave an awkward cough, saying in a weak voice, "I didn't know. If you wanted to speak, do you think I would seal your mouths shut?"
The lady of Huangpu felt ignored by Fu Han. Believing her son had wholeheartedly sacrificed for Fu Han, she considered herself superior in Fu Han's presence. At this moment, she felt no guilt, but instead, her tone was even more aggressive, "My son hit someone to save you. You helping him now is only right."
Bai Wei, burning with anger, had already stood up. However, before he could speak, Fu Han grabbed him, "Don't say anything more, let it be."
"But..." Bai Wei clearly wasn't willing to let it go.
