Mrs. Su cast a cold glance at the servant, "Leave now."
The servant trembled as they left.
In the hallway, Mrs. Su looked at the lavish interior she had schemed so hard to obtain; she absolutely couldn't allow anyone to take it away. Although she had no feelings for Su Jianteng anymore, she had borne him two sons—if not merit, then at least hard work—and everything Su Jianteng had must eventually fall into her sons' hands.
No one else should covet it.
Outside the window, the branches tossed by the gale struck the window glass, making a rustling sound.
In the dark night, servants began moving expensive potted plants indoors, busily bustling about.
Mrs. Su stood there for a while, her face full of dark thoughts as she sank into deep contemplation.
An Yin suddenly appearing at her brother-in-law's shop sounded an alarm for her.
