Madam Rong turned her face to look at Beitang Huan coming down, her expression not looking good: "Finally willing to come down?"
"Mom!" Beitang Huan shook her head and walked in front of Madam Rong, speaking earnestly: "This may be the last time I remind you, you better put away your little schemes. If Brother Yao finds out that you dared to harm Qian Qian, you won't even know how you died!"
"Beitang Huan, who is really your mother here! How dare you curse me! Let's see if I don't make you come to your senses today!" Madam Rong said as she stepped forward to teach Beitang Huan a lesson, but she missed her target. When she regained her composure, she saw Beitang Huan had already walked out the door, and she hurriedly shouted to stop her: "Go! Bring her back to me!"
"Anyone who dares to stop me, just try it!" Beitang Huan growled coldly, her face tense, and the servants were too scared to move.
