Yang PeiMin threw the letter into the stove and set it on fire. Yang Peiqiong has such a small amount of ambition, hmph, she probably didn't expect that her handwriting isn't the same as before...
Returning to the room, Chen Sanmei, who had been eagerly waiting, came up to her and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? What was it really about? You two didn't have a fight, did you?"
"What else could it be? She just wrote some bad things about me to Shen Yiguang, that's all the little tricks she's got up her sleeve," Yang PeiMin said with a dismissive sneer.
Chen Sanmei's eyes spun round and round before she, following Yang PeiMin's lead, cursed indignantly, "That damned girl, why can't she bear to see you do well, picking a fight on the day of choosing the betrothal gifts. Where's the letter, Minmin? Mr. Shen didn't misunderstand, did he?"
