Nan Mufeng stood like a lion beside Jian Wan and her daughter, pacing elegantly with the gait of a lion, no one knowing when he might open his mouth to bite.
"What should we do?" Song Jia asked.
Qiao Yonghui didn't answer, just closed his eyes wearily, "Don't worry, this will pass."
"But..." Song Jia frowned, "Are we supposed to hide like drowned dogs?"
"Wife, I'm tired, let me sleep for a while."
Qiao Yonghui kicked off his remaining shoe, curled up on the sofa to sleep, not even going back to the bedroom.
Only by satisfying Jian Wan could the matter be suppressed. Then Nan Mufeng would be satisfied as well.
Seeing him like this, Song Jia stamped her feet in anger, but she was also helpless.
...…
Within a day, the incident had been blown out of proportion, and all of Jiangcheng was in an uproar.
This tale of a wealthy family was too twisted, attracting countless keyboard warriors to spectate.
