Ye Xinyan looked at Lady Zhao. She came today to support Zhou Biyao, and she must finish what she needs to say.
"Zhou Biyao is the daughter-in-law of the Wong Residence and is bound by filial piety. I am unrestrained, and if Zhou Biyao suffers one bit in the Wong Residence, I will demand tenfold for her. Wang Qi's Aunt, you yourself said our two families have no relationship anymore, and Wong Qiao is an ungrateful scoundrel. Without Zhou Biyao's face, I truly have nothing to worry about."
After saying these words, Ye Xinyan didn't even bother to maintain any semblance of civility, turning to leave with her maids and servant women, pushing the door open and walking off arrogantly. After stepping out, she didn't even bother closing the door. Through the open door, several guards stood tall and mighty in the courtyard.
The cold winter air rushed into the house through the wide-open door, making everyone inside shiver.
