Nan Huiru was so angry her chest was heaving: "Do you know who she is? She is that old vixen's niece! You know better than anyone what I've endured these years, Mo Qian, how could you marry a woman with seductive genes into the Gu Family!"
Her every word challenged Gu Moqian's limits, his face shrouded in frost, without answering Nan Huiru, he directly ordered the old butler in a deep voice: "Tom, send Mrs. Nan back."
"Mo Qian, are you trying to drive me away again? This is the home of your father and me! I'm not leaving!" Nan Huiru was enraged, pointing at Ji Wei with hatred: "If anyone's leaving, it's her."
An An had been hiding in Ji Wei's arms, hearing Nan Huiru's angry roars escalating wave after wave, his small body couldn't help but shiver.
To An An, Nan Huiru was like a lion in the zoo, so terrifying.
Ji Wei continuously soothed her son, knowing that staying here would only make An An more afraid, she hesitated no more, turned and carried her son upstairs.
