Mrs. Cheng quickly went upstairs, she was quite agile, and soon reached the door.
The butler tried to stop her, but Mrs. Cheng persistently had someone knock on the door.
Su Wan didn't come to open the door.
The butler said, "The young lady might be asleep, madam, maybe you shouldn't disturb her."
"Asleep? I came all the way here to see her, and she has quite the temper?" Mrs. Cheng sneered disdainfully and ordered the servants to open the door.
Su Wan was holding a paintbrush, painting on a canvas, something she did when she was bored.
When Mrs. Cheng came in, she didn't even turn her head.
Mianmian followed her in, saw her, and hurried over, "Mom."
She stood beside Su Wan, but Su Wan didn't speak, she just kept painting her work with determination...
Mrs. Cheng spoke, "Su Wan!"
The name was quite memorable to her, after all, since Su Wan married into the family, she had been like a thorn in her side.
Su Wan completely ignored her.
