With her words, Bo Siyan's presence slowly began to exude an oppressive coldness, and the temperature around them plummeted suddenly. The servants all bowed their heads, holding their breath, not daring to let out even a slight gasp.
He lifted his eyes, his gaze falling on Ning Xia, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth, yet his face bore not a trace of a smile.
His fingers tapped lightly on his knee, his expression extremely indifferent, so indifferent that not a hint of anger could be seen. Yet, the words he spoke were uncompromising, and even heart-piercing, "Is my family affair something for you to point fingers at and comment on?"
Ning Xia's body shook almost imperceptibly. She tried hard to maintain a smiling face and keep calm, "Indeed, I overstepped. About Lele's matters, you and Senior Shi must have your arrangements."
