Bai Meiyue ground her teeth. She hated Bai Xue, and she disliked Fu Wan as well. It was one thing that she was relying on her man, but it was a completely different thing that the woman was making a fuss on someone else's turf. No matter how big of a big shot her husband was, this was too much.
What was more, Bai Meiyue just disdained Fu Wan, and naturally, she had no good feelings toward this young master Bai either. If he could marry a woman like this, then he must be one of those muddleheaded men who let women like these wrap them around their finger.
She didn't have any desire to entangle herself with that man.
And to make things worse, Fu Wan seemed like a crybaby. Who knows who taught her that crying would get her anything that she wanted, but Fu Wan seemed to have learnt that lesson by heart. Her crying and fussing were making her head hurt. It was as if the woman was sobbing in a funeral hall, and it didn't feel good.
