Is he lighting a lamp in a toilet, looking for shit?
The usually quiet and observant old Mrs. He and her granddaughter, He Nana, exchanged a glance. He Nana suddenly frowned and spoke, breaking the eerie silence of the room: "Miss Liao, is your visit to the He Family today related to the blueprints you mentioned?"
He Nana's eyes were sharp, using her gaze as a blade to coerce Liao Jinjin, and she shouted sternly: "Tell the truth!"
He Nana is the next head of the He Family, meticulously cultivated by old Mrs. He from a young age, exuding the aura of a strong woman.
Liao Jinjin shuddered, and instinctively said, "We... just want to apply to enter Tianming Mountain under the He Family's name."
At these words, the faces of old Mrs. He and He Nana darkened immensely. Old Mrs. He tightly gripped her cane, struggling to resist the urge to hit someone with it.
Bai Chuwei leaned against Duan Feihan, her face resting on his shoulder, stifling a low chuckle.
