Fang Jingting snorted lightly, "I hope it wasn't something you had to fight for."
"..." Fang Jingyi's eyes deepened, and the two sisters exchanged a glance that only they could understand.
After spending a while in the backyard, Fang Jingyi and Fang Jingting returned to the main hall.
The moment their figures vanished from the backyard steps, a person hidden in the bushes slowly emerged, staring in the direction they left, a cold sneer curling at the corners of their lips.
After dinner, it was ten o'clock at night when Rong Mochen suggested leaving. Rong Zhengfeng personally escorted them to the gate, kindly looking at Jin Jumo, reminding her, "Girl, you're carrying a child now, you must be careful, nothing can go wrong. Like that fall the other day, it can't happen again, otherwise, if Grandpa gets angry, it's quite terrifying!"
Surprised, Jin Jumo glanced at Rong Mochen, thinking he must have told Rong Zhengfeng about her fall the other day.
