Chi Yue was afraid that the children might hear her unpleasant words, so she walked towards the front yard.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the side garden, Zhan Youyou blocked her way.
This was a dead corner of the Qi family with no cameras and where no one usually passed by, except for the family gardener who came to tend the plants.
After stopping her, Zhan Youyou looked around and said arrogantly, "Chi Yue, don't you understand by now? I am the chosen candidate for the future mistress of the Qi family. No matter what tricks you use, as long as Qi Yizhou is a descendant of the Qi family, he can't decide his marriage."
Chi Yue raised an eyebrow, "You seem to know a lot about the Qi family's affairs."
Zhan Youyou proudly lifted her chin, "Of course, Old Qi dotes on me the most, he has long been cultivating me as the future mistress of the Qi family."
