Wen Xueli didn't care at all. These jumping clowns were not worth mentioning. Their strength was the best proof. Sooner or later, one day, she would double down on all the humiliation she suffered today!

The girl's faint and sorrowful look seemed a little sad, but it made most people even more pity. She felt that Zhuo Shuiran was just in public and exposed other people's wounds like this.

At this moment, a chaotic sounded outside the door again.

"Miss Mother, Mrs. Zhuo's wife is asking to come in outside!" A guard at the door broke into the hall to report.

Zhuo Shuiran frowned. What day is today? Why do you always have forks?

"Madam Zhuo family?" Although she didn't want to see her, the Zhuo family was also a branch of her mother's family. "Let her come in."

No one saw that Wen Xueli looked at Liu Fufeng meaningfully and the extremely cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

Time is indeed the same.

"My mistress of the Wen family, you have to make the decision for my son!" The crying lady was holding a maid while wiping her tears with a veil, looking like she was about to faint from crying.

Reading gossip is probably a nature that people in that world cannot avoid.

The nobles all looked at Mrs. Zhuo excitedly, curious about what would happen next.

The dancer and musician on the table also stopped all movements and retreated aside.

Zhuo Shuiran's face looked very bad. What was it like to cry at the banquet? Didn't he deliberately destroy her banquet?

Anyone with eyes could see that Zhuo Shuiran was very unhappy now. Zhuo Rui immediately stood up and shouted seriously at his favorite little daughter, "Xiaowen, what is this like! Talk well."

Zhuo Wen woke up a lot, immediately stood up straight, saluted Zhuo Shuiran, and when she looked up, she saw Wen Xueli, her eyes turned red at that time. She stared at her fiercely.

"It's her! The mistress of the Wen family, it was this vicious woman who made my Jinglian half-dead. You must make the decision for me!!"

"What?" Zhuo Shuiran saw that he had the opportunity to deal with this damn girl openly, and she was full of energy. Although she didn't understand why, her eyes still shot at Wen Xueli.

Grandma Zhao was present, and her child was not angry. "You blame me for my good granddaughter without saying anything. Do you dare?!"

Grandma Zhao's gaze was cold. Although she was over 70 years old, her momentum remained unabated. She swept the audience coldly. Except for Ye Zeyu and a few masters, she couldn't help but be suppressed by the old lady's gaze three points shorter.

"In this way, Mrs. Zhuo will first explain the cause and effect of the matter. So many of us are here, and we will definitely give you justice."

"My mistress of the Wen family made the decision for me, this is what happened..."

"Yesterday, the child Jinglian said he missed you, so he pulled her good friend Liu Fufeng to see you. He was fine when he left..." Mrs. Zhuo said slowly, "...In the afternoon, Fufeng brought back Jinglian, covered in blood... My poor Jinglian..."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Liu's family, my miserable daughter..." Mrs. Zhuo cried miserably.

A dark pleasure flashed in Zhuo Shuiran's eyes. Wen Xueli, God is really helping me get rid of you...

"Liu Fufeng, I ask you, is this really the case? You can tell the truth, no one dares to force you." Zhuo Shuiran looked gentle and considerate. Wen Xueli didn't care at all. These jumping clowns were not worth mentioning. The strength was the best proof. Sooner or later, one day, she would double the humiliation she suffered today!

The girl's faint and sorrowful look seemed a little sad, but it made most people even more pity. She felt that Zhuo Shuiran was just in public and exposed other people's wounds like this.

At this moment, a chaotic sounded outside the door again.

"Miss Mother, Mrs. Zhuo's wife is asking to come in outside!" A guard at the door broke into the hall to report.

Zhuo Shuiran frowned. What day is today? Why do you always have forks?

"Madam Zhuo family?" Although she didn't want to see her, the Zhuo family was also a branch of her mother's family. "Let her come in."

No one saw that Wen Xueli looked at Liu Fufeng meaningfully and the extremely cold smile on the corner of her mouth.

Time is indeed the same.

"My mistress of the Wen family, you have to make the decision for my son!" The crying lady was holding a maid while wiping her tears with a veil, looking like she was about to faint from crying.

Reading gossip is probably a nature that people in that world cannot avoid.

The nobles all looked at Mrs. Zhuo excitedly, curious about what would happen next.

The dancer and musician on the table also stopped all movements and retreated aside.

Zhuo Shuiran's face looked very bad. What was it like to cry at the banquet? Didn't he deliberately destroy her banquet?

Anyone with eyes could see that Zhuo Shuiran was very unhappy now. Zhuo Rui immediately stood up and shouted seriously at his favorite little daughter, "Xiaowen, what is this like! Talk well."

Zhuo Wen woke up a lot, immediately stood up straight, saluted Zhuo Shuiran, and when she looked up, she saw Wen Xueli, her eyes turned red at that time. She stared at her fiercely.

"It's her! The mistress of the Wen family, it was this vicious woman who made my Jinglian half-dead. You must make the decision for me!!"

"What?" Zhuo Shuiran saw that he had the opportunity to deal with this damn girl openly, and she was full of energy. Although she didn't understand why, her eyes still shot at Wen Xueli.

Grandma Zhao was present, and her child was not angry. "You blame me for my good granddaughter without saying anything. Do you dare?!"

Grandma Zhao's gaze was cold. Although she was over 70 years old, her momentum remained unabated. She swept the audience coldly. Except for Ye Zeyu and a few masters, she couldn't help but be suppressed by the old lady's gaze three points shorter.

"In this way, Mrs. Zhuo will first explain the cause and effect of the matter. So many of us are here, and we will definitely give you justice."

"My mistress of the Wen family made the decision for me, this is what happened..."

"Yesterday, the child Jinglian said he missed you, so he pulled her good friend Liu Fufeng to see you. He was fine when he left..." Mrs. Zhuo said slowly, "...In the afternoon, Fufeng brought back Jinglian, covered in blood... My poor Jinglian..."

"If you don't believe me, you can ask Miss Liu's family, my miserable daughter..." Mrs. Zhuo cried miserably.

A dark pleasure flashed in Zhuo Shuiran's eyes. Wen Xueli, God is really helping me get rid of you...
Chapter completed!