In Mrs. Nangong's eyes, a glint of victory immediately flashed.
Xia Xiaonuan struggled to steady her emotions, then smiled and said, "No, thanks to Nangong Yaoling. He's the one who saved me."
"Really?" Mrs. Nangong smiled.
From her expression, it was obvious she was questioning Xiaonuan's purity.
That made Xiaonuan feel utterly humiliated, and a faint ache spread in her heart.
But very quickly, she secretly clenched her fists, mustered her courage and said, "Mom, you're not doubting my purity, are you? But on that point, Nangong Yaoling is very clear. He's so smart—if I really weren't clean, he wouldn't want me."
Mrs. Nangong had just been basking in her triumph when she suddenly heard Xiaonuan say that. The coffee she was drinking almost choked her.
She snapped her head up, her sharp gaze glaring at Xiaonuan.
"Is this how you talk to your mother-in-law?"
