Under the gaze of several people, Jiang Feng followed Bai Wenmo downstairs, and only then did Zheng Xiulan feel relieved.
"Xiao Zou, Yanting, you stay seated, I'll go boil some water."
Once there were only two people left in the living room, Bai Yanting's true expression was revealed. She sneered, "Hmph, that Jiang guy is just a low-level laborer, definitely doing some shady work. Didn't you notice how Aunt Lan was evasive and wouldn't let us ask?"
"Does your cousin really have such poor taste? How could she find someone like that?" Zou Jingtian mocked as his true colors showed.
"She's always had bad taste. She once dated a scumbag who just played her and dumped her! That scumbag was Zhang Zhi, not much to his name, but at least he could sweet-talk and make my second uncle and aunt happy. Not like this one, who can't even fart with a kick, just always wears a sour face." Bai Yanting said disdainfully.
