"Shut your mouth," Old Master Lian coughed furiously.
A shadow passed over Lady Zhou's face. Lian Xiuxiu might be naive, but she had seen much with her years and now looked at Lian Huahua with a hint of malice. She knew that Xiuxiu was close with Huahua and often heeded her. Lady Zhou hadn't said much about it before because there was an assumption, an assumption that Huahua truly had Xiuxiu's best interests at heart. But if Huahua was using her cleverness to exploit Xiuxiu's trust and made a pawn of her, how could she possibly be pleased?
"Huahua, you know what the temperament of your old aunt is; what are you trying to do?" Lady Zhou pointed at Lian Huahua and questioned her.
"Huahua, she..." Lady Gu tried to come to Lian Huahua's defense, but struggled to find a satisfactory excuse. Surely she couldn't say that Huahua hadn't said those things and that it was Xiuxiu who fabricated them.
