"Zhong Niangyao, what nonsense are you talking about?!"
Zhong Mengxuan became anxious, "I'm telling you, don't even think about creating discord. Grandfather's lifelong reputation cannot be tarnished by your deceit."
"Deceit?" Zhong Niangyao sneered as she spoke, "Zhong Mengxuan, you should take a good look at yourself before you talk to me again! Also, which part of what I said was wrong? Didn't grandfather say before that he didn't want you to return?"
"Could it be that your return this time was also orchestrated by grandfather?"
Today, the incident with the ghost baby had already put her in a bad mood, so she wanted to find a place to rest properly. But just then, Zhong Mengxuan had to confront her, and she was certainly not going to be polite.
"You—" Zhong Mengxuan was so angry that she was lost for words.
"Miss Mengxuan—" Uncle Wu spoke up again.
