"Bang—" With a slam, the teacup was smashed onto the table, Xu Mao's eyes full of sinister animosity, he murmured, "I'm going to make Ye Che pay in blood!"
Zhou Ting was also narrow-minded by nature and had long been dissatisfied with Ye Che's arrogant self-importance, but she wondered, "Old Xu, there's no need to mention Ye Che, but what about Xia Weiyi? What do you plan to do with her?"
After all, she was his own daughter.
However, before Xu Mao could speak, Xu Ziqing stood up from the sofa with a cold snort and said, "Xia Weiyi will be left to me, of course. This time, I'm going to give her a big 'gift'."
"Stop messing around! You were already embarrassing enough in the Maldives!" Xu Mao scolded sternly after speaking, "You'd best stay out of this matter, just stay at home obediently. No matter how much you meddle, you can forget about ever becoming the Ye Family's Young Mistress!"
