Mother Huang followed her gaze to the luxury boutique, then casually eyed her. She saw the panic in Yan Xixi's eyes and the still very noticeable scars on her forehead. She cursed inwardly ten thousand times: Slut! To think that for this boutique, she even spent seven or eight days over New Year's sleeping with Wang Donglin, only to be beaten up so badly. How does she have the nerve to face my son? And she's still shamelessly waiting for the wedding!
Yan Xixi felt her piercing gaze and tensed up. "Auntie, did you need to see me about something?"
Mother Huang took a sip of her coffee and said lightly, "Xixi, have you thought about resigning yet?"
She was momentarily speechless.
"The new house is already more than halfway decorated. Next, we need to handle some details, buy furniture, and arrange things. I can't make those decisions for you two. You have to resign to supervise it yourself."
She replied slowly, "I can use my weekends and evenings to do it..."
