Weilan was truly infuriated. She had never expected Lu Hechen to treat her this way.
Upon hearing Weilan speak like that, Lu Hechen's chest filled with rage.
"What exactly did Aunt Fu do to you? How could you treat an old woman who has been lonely for over twenty years since losing her child like this? Weilan, you've disappointed me too much."
"Heh—" Weilan sneered.
Looking at Lu Hechen's face again, it was covered by a facade, and she couldn't see what was underneath, but it still looked fiercely hostile.
It wasn't just Lu Hechen who was disappointed, but also her, Shen Weilan. With whom could she share the disappointment flooding her heart?
Weilan's cold, disdainful sneer seemed as if she were the boss of the world, looking down on everyone.
Lu Hechen, who had retained a bit of restraint and composure, became filled with anger once again due to her attitude.
