He Xiaoyu stood to the side, growing anxious. Her aunt should quit while she was ahead; if she kept making a fuss, things wouldn't end well for her.
"You are the mistress of the household," Liang Shi said. "It is naturally up to you to handle this matter. As for who is at fault, we will sort this out thoroughly behind closed doors later."
"I've heard that exact phrase so many times in the years since I married into this family," Mrs. Liang He retorted.
"Every single time, it gets brushed off with barely a slap on the wrist. Don't they just want the authority to manage this household?
"You should hurry up and write a letter. Tell your dear son and daughter-in-law to come over, and Feiling and I will live at their mercy.
"I only pray that they'll spare our lives for the sake of sharing the same father as Feiling."
Liang Shi's expression grew uncomfortable. "Nonsense. I'm still here. It's not their turn to take charge of the household yet. Just set your mind at ease."
