Ning Anran, though feeling guilty, still tried hard to appear calm.
"Xiaxia, believe what you want, I don't care. I'm just here to inform Uncle where the funeral arrangements for tomorrow are."
"Tomorrow's funeral will be at a private villa in the suburbs, you can go there on your own," she said, turning to leave.
"Why is Uncle in such a hurry? The arrangements were made so quickly."
Baili Xia's indifferent voice came through, making her stop in her tracks.
She turned back to look at Baili Xia, a hint of a smile in her eyes.
That smile, no matter how you looked at it, seemed like mockery.
"What's Uncle in a hurry for? It seems like you're the one who's anxious."
"If it wasn't for you calling Mrs. Wen to the Sihai Residence, how would she have gotten into trouble?"
Baili Xia suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and walked up to Ning Anran.
"What do you mean? Do you know something?"
Ning Anran realized that what she just said was practically inviting trouble for herself.
