Tang Wenhui was momentarily stunned by her cold mocking laughter.
Then she heard the young girl's lazy and casual voice, unruly and sly.
"You have no face with me."
Her words were so blunt that everyone present felt deep embarrassment for Tang Wenhui.
It wasn't just Madam Ye; even the onlookers felt as if their toes were digging a mansion into the ground.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
Tang Wenhui was usually a strong female character, whether at home or at work, and due to her headstrong ways, people generally tried to appease her whenever possible.
But now, facing Lu Mian, she had hit a Waterloo in her life.
Lu Mian said it so bluntly: Not giving face.
Tang Wenhui was furious. She thought that with her son, the old man, and Ya Ling getting close to her, she would have some status with Lu Mian.
Even if she didn't, anyone with an ounce of social sense would speak politely.
But Lu Mian was not giving her a shred of respect!
