"Auntie, you might be misunderstanding something..."
A smart woman naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to openly provoke anything; she simply, like a white lotus, stated the misunderstanding as a fact.
However, her deliberate expression, accompanied by that artificial tone, gave Mrs. Murong the impression of a cover-up.
Mrs. Murong's face instantly darkened: "You're still not willing to tell me the truth? Rest assured! If Lu Zhanbei's wife is you, I'll only be happy, so stop hiding it from me."
"But back then, after all, I did have that big fight with Zhanbei. Don't you blame me?"
Although this question was asked with purpose, Ling Weixuan really wanted to know, so as she spoke, her eyes never left Mrs. Murong's face.
However, the issue she had worried about for so long turned out to be nothing in the eyes of the optimistic Mrs. Murong.
