When Lady Chu slapped the cup onto the table, likely with too much force, the water from the cup splattered onto the table, soaking it and some documents. She busied herself cleaning up.
As she cleaned, she cursed, "Qiao Xiaon'an is a lowly wench, she can't live with not having infiltrated our Chu family. Now we're facing difficulties, and unsurprisingly, she's taking pleasure in our misfortune."
Chu Nantian stood in front of the desk, despairingly clenching his fist, "Mom, An'an is not the person you think she is."
Chu Yun walked around the desk and stood in front of him, tapping his head, "Nantian, exactly what part of this vixen, Qiao Xiaon'an, do you find appealing? You're about to marry Yuan Yifan, yet your heart still lies with her?"
"..." Chu Nantian couldn't stand his mother speaking ill of Qiao Xiaon'an, yet didn't dare to flare up.
Chu Yun continued, "In my eyes, this Qiao Xiaon'an is nothing but a fox spirit."
