Momo raised her eyebrows slightly as she looked at Shi Zhen in mourning clothes.
Her eyes were swollen, but there was no sadness in them, only a woman's jealousy.
She suddenly found it amusing.
The room was filled with people, even more were outside the door.
"I don't think I knew Miss Shi before, are you sure you want to talk to me now?"
Momo's voice was still calm, with a hint of winter's chill.
Her implication was clear: Shi Zhen had just angered her own grandmother to death, and now, in such a situation, she wanted to have a conversation.
"What's your relationship with Brother Ah Zhan?"
"..."
The atmosphere turned strange once again because of Shi Zhen's words.
Kneeling opposite, sarcasm flashed in Shi Xi's eyes.
She thought Shi Zhen was a fool.
To think that in front of her grandmother's spirit, she would be fighting over a man, questioning Momo about her relationship with Ye Zhan.
