But towards her, Cheng Zhiwei, this woman didn't show a trace of remorse for the words she had said.
Actually, she didn't take her, the Young Madam Zhou, seriously at all.
Cheng Zhiwei felt a fire building in her chest; it wasn't enough that she had been aggrieved by Zhou Lin, but she also had to endure being judged and gossiped about here.
She clenched her fingers, pressed them against the table, and her voice was clear and cold, "As the Young Madam Zhou who can't win her husband's heart, don't I deserve your hospitality?"
The woman's face turned white instantly, and she hurriedly tried to fix the situation, "Young Madam, you misunderstood, what we said was not..."
Cheng Zhiwei scoffed, "What you said isn't wrong, I am someone who can't win her husband's heart, but regarding your job, I think I still have a say."
