Following this sudden objection, everyone turned in Ye Wanwan's direction.
The chaotic hall was now in total silence.
This woman again!
A tinge of gloominess clouded Si Mingli's eyes.
When Si Ming Rong and the other elders saw that Ye Wanwan interrupted so suddenly at this point in time, their faces turned a little ugly.
Si Yehan's pupils shifted slightly when she spoke up. He looked at her.
Feng Yi Ping used the lid of his teacup to stroke the tea leaves and he sneered in a tone like he was speaking to some commoner, "Tsk, you object? Who are you to object?"
Ye Wanwan turned to Feng Yi Ping, expressionless, "Director Feng seems to be as forgetful as his precious daughter - does it run in the family?"
"You…" Feng Yi Ping wanted to lash out but once he noticed Si Yehan from the corners of his eyes, he didn't dare to say another word.
After all, this woman still had a status as the future mistress of the household.
