As soon as Su Xiaowan uttered those words, Zhu Meihui's face darkened even more. What was Su Xiaowan implying? She was doing this on purpose, absolutely on purpose.
Zhu Meihui stared at Su Xiaowan with rage boiling within her, wishing she could devour her, while the surrounding people couldn't believe their eyes—Su Xiaowan, always gentle and frail, always polite in speech, was now as cutting as a sharp knife when it came to arguing.
This matter was over a decade old. Back then, Chief of Staff Zhao wasn't even here. They were completely unaware. Had it not been for the cold shoulder Chief of Staff Zhao's children gave to Zhu Meihui, refusing to call her mom, probably no one would've known. After all, the two seemed to be glued together, with a marriage that appeared to be truly affectionate.
