Lady Yan?
Xue Chengcheng nestled in Liu Tian's arms, her eyes flickering slightly.
In the Capital City, how many people are there with the last name Yan?
Liu Tian glanced at her sideways and finally said helplessly, "You should leave, the Capital City isn't suitable for you. I'll come back to see you when I have the time."
With those words, he turned and left.
Mao Zhu collapsed onto the ground, her face as white as a sheet.
Mao Cuicui looked at her worryingly, "Aunt, are you okay?" Yet inside, she was gloating, thinking everything was her aunt's own doing.
But thinking of her uncle being with another woman, she wasn't entirely happy.
"Trying to send me back to clear the way for you and that wench? Not a chance." Mao Zhu said through gritted teeth, hatred filling her eyes.
"Aunt, I think that woman is quite scheming, she's got Uncle wrapped around her finger. Look how well Uncle treats her, and if she were to get pregnant...."
