"So what if I hit them a couple of times?" An Zhiwei saw nothing wrong with her actions. She shoved the servant aside and said to An Zhiqian, "Brother, hurry and get someone to contact Jian and the others. What's going on? It's been days and we haven't heard a thing. And that bitch Su Qing..."
Before An Zhiwei could finish, a voice came from the doorway. "What is all this? What's the commotion? Zhiwei, you're a well-bred young lady, a socialite of our Xiangcheng. How can you just throw words like 'bitch' around? What does that make you look like?"
"Grandma." An Zhiqian hurried forward. "You didn't say you were coming. I would have come to pick you up."
The visitor was none other than Old Mrs. An, the current linchpin of the An Family. Years ago, after she and Mr. An arrived in Xiangcheng, she had used her sharp mind and keen business acumen to help him build a vast family empire.
