In the Huo Mansion.
Du Juan paced back and forth at the entrance of the mansion. She had returned early from the funeral home and saw the news about Qiao Xi fainting.
Her heart was in turmoil.
She knew what Cheng Han's death meant to Qiao Xi. This child was sentimental, and the death of Granny Qiao still hadn't let her move on.
Now, her master, who was like family, had also passed away, possibly at the hands of the same family. Who knew the torment she was feeling inside!
How could one not hate it!
"Stop pacing back and forth; it's making my eyes dizzy," Huo Jiancheng comforted her from the side, "With Xingzhou there, nothing will happen."
Du Juan snorted coldly, "I know you don't care about this daughter-in-law; you never liked her from the start. You wanted that little wretch Xu Xingluo to enter our Huo Family; it makes me angry just looking at you."
