Old Mrs. Zhan brought people to the door.
Wangyue opened the door, and as soon as it was opened, someone barged in forcefully.
"Who are you people? Don't barge in, or I'll call the police." Wangyue put her hands on her hips and said aggressively.
Old Mrs. Zhan entered, flanked by her entourage, and thudded her dragon-headed cane on the floor with a loud "thud."
"Call the police? Sure, go ahead, in Jiangcheng, try reporting it and see who dares to arrest me."
"Young girl, where's Ye Ningwan?" Mrs. Chen, with a false show of authority, stepped forward with a stern face and questioned.
Wangyue seemed startled, pursed her lips, and quickly said, "She's upstairs, I'll go call her."
With that, she dashed upstairs.
Old Mrs. Zhan certainly wouldn't stoop to go upstairs to find her.
So, she sat down on the sofa downstairs.
She calculated in her mind, if she didn't come down in ten minutes, she would have the bodyguards go up and bring that woman down.
