Auntie Fu's face froze when she was questioned, and her gaze did not meet Weilan's as she fell silent.
Seeing her like this, Weilan knew that Auntie Fu had done it on purpose.
"Auntie Fu, seeing you like this, I understand now, you did it on purpose." Weilan said coldly, "I thought we could live in peace, which would be the best support for Lu Hechen. I didn't expect you, Auntie Fu, to be two-faced. Since that's the case, there's no need for us to pretend to get along and waste our energy."
Auntie Fu still didn't speak.
Weilan insisted on understanding the situation, her detached eyebrows furrowed, truly not understanding why Auntie Fu targeted her so.
She planned to go upstairs, to put the thermos in the kitchen, and to check if Lu Hechen had come back.
But just as she had ascended five or six steps, Auntie Fu called out to her, "Madam, please wait."
Weilan paused, turned around, and asked indifferently, "Auntie Fu, do you have something else to say?"
