Shen Aili didn't expect Yan Xiaye would admit it so openly, widening her eyes speechlessly, truly experiencing what it means to be in a weak position.
It's one thing for that man to be entranced by Yan Xiaye, but even Little Yunduo seriously defended her, criticizing her with a childish voice: "Auntie, Yanyan wouldn't do anything bad. Why don't you just go back since you've caused enough trouble? We still need to continue playing games."
"You, you all..."
Shen Aili's attempt was unsuccessful, and her anger only grew stronger rather than being released.
In her rage, she charged towards the coffee table a few meters away like a cannonball, placing her hands on the marble edge and trying to lift it.
Finding it immovable, she simply swept her arm across, causing the map and chess pieces on the table to scatter everywhere.
The map lightly fell at Shen Aili's feet, but the hexagonal chess pieces had an unexpected impact, hitting the ground with a heavy sound.
