Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to look at her, her eyes calm and undisturbed, her expression cold, her gaze utterly impartial. Yet, when their eyes met, there was an unconscious urge to shrink back.
"Grandma said it was just a joke,"
"A joke?" Zhou Zining laughed, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea into the white porcelain cup, drawing the stream high, thinning it to a fine trickle as it fell into the cup.
She twirled the teacup in her hands, pretending to know secrets, "I know Bo Family's matters best. I kindly offered you a warning. If you won't listen, there's nothing I can do."
"Oh, is that so," Nan Jiaojiao replied, "Then thank you."
Zhou Zining's grip on the teacup tightened.
Suddenly, she turned her gaze sharply at Nan Jiaojiao.
Words are the most harmful weapons in this world, but, unfortunately, her attempts to sow discord were harmless, not even worthy of attention.
"Miss Nan—"
Nan Jiaojiao stood up and headed towards the dining room.
