Inside the car, Nie Rujun's emotions were temporarily diverted, her mind echoing the declaration made by Fan Ju, her heart pounding as if a deer were prancing about.
But when they returned to Fan Garden and thought about the possibility of Mrs. Fan sitting in the living room waiting to verbally discipline her upon her return.
Nie Rujun stood at the door, suddenly feeling repulsed.
Had Fan Ju not pulled her inside, she certainly could have dawdled at the door until nightfall, but whether she advanced or retreated, the cut would be the same.
After they entered, the servant at the door looked peculiar, and moreover, it seemed that guests were being entertained in the living room.
Upon seeing this, Nie Rujun breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, guessing she might be able to dodge a bullet today.
