Lu Fengxuan looked at Lu Sirong, her lips curling slightly in a dismissive smirk, with a provocative glare in her eyes that was direct and arrogant.
As long as she didn't marry Jiang Che, she wouldn't have to address him by his seniority, and could continue to pretentiously call herself "sister" in front of others.
"…"
Lu Sirong understood her point perfectly well, biting her lip, shaking with anger.
Jiang Che was equally infuriated by her, his complexion worsening as he said tensely, "Xiao Xuan, must you be so aggressive at a time like this?"
"What did I do?" Lu Fengxuan's tone was innocent, "I merely proposed a very normal little request, how has that become being aggressive?"
She clung to Yu Chiyin's arm, her voice sounding somewhat aggrieved as she complained to him, "Brother Ayin, your nephew and his betrothed are not taking me seriously, ganging up on me to bully me. When I return to the old mansion, I must mention this to Big Sister."
