At this moment, inside the He Mansion.
The past two days had left He Qimo facing Shen Jian妮, whose excessive behavior made him have lunch at home. His eyes trailed down to his face, both darkened deeply.
Shen Jian妮, however, was very happy, especially while placing food He Qimo didn't like into his bowl, all the while watching Zhou Huimei's face across from her turning an angry shade of green.
Shen Jian妮 had never found the days so bittersweet.
But perhaps she was too smug, for when Zhou Huimei was pushed to the extreme with anger and couldn't think of a way to handle it, she began to nostalgically change the conversation: "No matter how pleased you are, didn't you come from a humble household? How can you compare to Gu Zixuan? No refinement, no looks. Gu Zixuan, my son doesn't even want her, and you still expect to marry in?"
