Lu Fengxuan saw her hypocritical demeanor and knew exactly what she was plotting, leading her to laugh coldly.
Fine, since she wanted to play games, she did not mind joining in.
She looked at Lu Sirong, who was on the verge of tears, and softly urged her, "Sister, can you please stop crying? Every time you cry, mother punishes me by not letting me eat."
As those words fell, a delicate silence once again took over the room, and everyone's gaze towards Lu Sirong became increasingly mocking.
Lu Sirong never expected to be outmaneuvered by her, and with a trembling voice, she said, "Sister, what are you talking about? Mother treats you as her own, how can you say such things to hurt her heart?"
Lu Fengxuan did not retort, but only lowered her head in sadness, her slender figure casting a shadow of gloom.
Seeing this scene, the guests present, all too shrewd, were left with nothing more to wonder about.
