An Zhichen could hardly bother with Marquis Weiyuan, this muddle-headed man, and said to Madam Liu: "And when I was twelve, nearly perishing on the way, that too was your handiwork, wasn't it?"
Madam Liu immediately denied: "No."
An Zhichen stood up and said: "Whether it's true or not, it's all in the past, and I have no interest in pursuing it. I just hope you won't disturb my wife again in the future. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless and unfeeling."
Maternal Aunt Liu looked at An Zhichen's calm demeanor, yes, very calm, without hatred, without anger, only calmness: "If I come again, what will you do?"
