This night, for Zhuo Xiangqiao, was a pleasant affair, but for the three people inside Lin Mansion, it was an uneasy night. Liu Man sat on the bed, ready to seek out Lin Tianhao to probe his thoughts. She had heard her daughter's shouting in the living room earlier as clearly as ever, and she was now truly in awe of her daughter.
How had she never noticed how foolish, how impatient her daughter was!
She had laid everything out for her perfectly, yet why did her daughter enjoy self-sabotage so much!
If Zhuo Xiangqiao exaggerated what she had just said to Liao Yun and Zhuo Jianzhang, then she might not even talk about entering the Zhuo Family; she might not even touch the door of the Zhuo Family before being driven away!
Thinking of her years of scheming, Liu Man's chest began to hurt, and her hand clenched into a fist. Her well-manicured nails were like sharp knives piercing into the tender flesh of her palm.
