"Song Sizhi, you shut your mouth," Ya Ying's angry shout rang out in the entrance hall, her gaze toward Sizhi carried a hint of rage, before she turned to Muwan at the doorstep, "Come in! Standing by the door, you're making us a laughingstock."
Jiang Muwan pursed her lips and followed Ya Ying into the house.
In the yard, the drizzle continued to fall, Song Sizhi leaned against the car, looking at the silent Jiang Muwan, and muttered darkly, "Idiot."
Song Rong and the old master's car were still behind, not yet returned.
Seeing Jiang Muwan, the butler was momentarily stunned, but as this was a child he had seen grow up, he greeted her with a "Second Miss."
On this day, Jiang Muwan felt uneasy.
Standing in the middle of the living room, she didn't know what to say.
Watching her family throw cold knives at her, a sense of powerlessness rose within her.
