Zhao Zhao had a multitude of questions, but upon hearing Luo Xinyan's words, he still politely stepped aside to let Su Sumei enter first.
Luo Xinyan's room was already prepared with tea; its light fragrance wafted through the air, refreshing the soul.
Su Sumei was in no mood to savor tea; she walked straight up to her, bag in hand.
"What do you mean by the message you sent? My daughter being with Young Master Yu is the best thing that could happen for me. Why should I help you with something that's not beneficial for the Ji Family?"
"Lady Ji, we are all smart people, so I won't beat around the bush. Ji Kaisui is your daughter, no doubt, but Ji Weitian probably means nothing to you. Are you sure her being with Young Master Yu is actually a good thing for you?"
Luo Xinyan picked up a cup of tea, gently blew away the steam, and took a sip.
She caught a glimpse of Su Sumei's displeased expression and signaled Zhao Zhao to move forward and pull out a chair for her.
