Had it been someone else, Shen Zhiyi would have acted by now.
But Xiao Huaian held a high status, and although he was a playboy, he wasn't like Ning Yunling, who was a foolish beauty. He wasn't someone who easily suffered losses, and few could set him up.
Shen Zhiyi was soft-tempered but afraid of the hard, so she would secretly curse, but she wouldn't go so far as to be blatantly defiant in front of him.
She remained expressionless, "The Heir is right."
"When will you return the fan?"
Xiao Huaian was just about to speak.
Shen Zhiyi thought about how much blood splattered on many officials standing at the execution ground, feeling it was ominous, so she took action first.
"Forget it, Heir, just throw it away directly."
She didn't even plan to pay attention to Xiao Huaian, she put down the curtain and told the coachman to set off.
Xiao Huaian watched as the carriage wheels rolled away.
No wonder...
Wei Zhao told him to talk less.
