Fu Youran noticed her staring at the charm on her phone, and subconsciously covered her phone as though afraid of being seen, the smile on her face also seemed a bit stiff, "Second Brother is upstairs, let's not disturb him, Mom, let's go."
The noble lady glanced at Yan Luoxi and walked far ahead before asking, "Is that the wife your Second Brother married without any fuss? She couldn't even compare to one of your fingers, and I have no idea what he saw in her."
Yan Luoxi, upon hearing these words, rolled her eyes with irritation, indeed like mother, like daughter – if they weren't family, they wouldn't have entered the same door.
She strode irritably into the elevator, and thinking back to the charm she saw on Fu Youran's phone, her heart churned with tumultuous waves.
She had given it to him last night, and he turned around and gave it to Fu Youran; passing her charm around like this, wasn't he just disgusting?
