Qin Wenrou couldn't hear Qin Xin's response on the phone, and hung up furiously:
"She must be so confused by Mom's will that she doesn't know up from down, her brain's fried, and she's dumbfounded, haha."
"Does she think by playing dead and not answering me, Nalan Ye Jue's doom doesn't exist?"
"Qin Xin, I'm just waiting for the day you cry as a widow!"
Little did she know.
On the other end of the phone, it was utter chaos!
When Qin Xin stumbled upon the fallen little servant, Si Moyu swaggered into the Nalan Family: "Madam, the Si Family congratulates you on your marriage."
Though the Si Family and the Nalan Group have always been rivals, privately, Mrs. Nalan treats these business juniors equally, and smiles: "Little Si, welcome, welcome, please come in."
But Nalan Ye Jue's face turned dark: "I did not invite you."
Clearly not wanting this fellow to come in.
Si Moyu narrowed his eyes: "On a day of great joy, chasing away guests isn't very auspicious, is it?"
