Song Huanyan, after hearing the servant's words, could only say that Yuan Cheng had reached a certain level of scumminess.
Yesterday evening, Bai Liu must have been furious.
"You... Madame, there was no quarrel?" Song Huanyan asked curiously.
The servant shook her head: "No... We all thought madame would create an endless fuss, but last night, madame was very calm."
Song Huanyan nodded, roughly understanding Bai Liu's tactics.
If Bai Liu were to make a scene now, it would do her no good at all, only making Yuan Cheng disgusted with her. Faced with a choice between a quarrelsome woman and a gentle, silent one, men would always choose the latter.
Song Huanyan guessed that it was Yuan Xiaobai who had convinced Bai Liu.
Although she did not know Bai Liu very well, Bai Liu's behavior last night suggested that she was quite fierce, a person who couldn't tolerate a speck of sand in her eye.
