"Xian Yaping, watch your mouth; if any rumor reaches Qidong, you should know the consequences."
Han Yongmei's voice carried the cold sharpness of a blade, and her gaze was even more piercing.
Realizing her slip of the tongue, Xian Yaping awkwardly twisted her mouth. She couldn't afford to do something stupid just for the sake of a witty retort, especially if something were to reach Huo Qidong...
"Why are you so nervous, sister? It was just a casual remark. I'm tired from walking around all day; please excuse me."
Before leaving, she cast a malicious glance at Mu Lan, clearly feeling that her failure to gain any advantage today was due to Mu Lan's sharp wit.
Thus, the fierce conflict abruptly came to an end.
Mu Lan secretly glanced at Han Yongmei, truly curious about what had happened in the past.
But at such a juncture, it was not appropriate for her to ask.
"Mom, I'm a bit hungry. Let's go have dinner."
