Spitting Blood on Su Yunxian's Face

Ancestor Su's body trembled, and he became even more speechless.

"Did Su Qian say something to Ancestor?" Below the stage, Su Yue was burning with anxiety. She stomped her feet and shook Su Yunxian's arm. "Did you hear that? What did Su Qian say?"

Seeing Su Qian turn and left the stage without looking back after speaking, Su Yunxian, rarely irritable, glared at Su Yue. "How would I know?!"

Su Yue had never seen Su Yunxian's wolf-like eyes before. She let go of Su Yunxian in fear.

Su Yunxian hurriedly ran towards Ancestor Su on the stage.

She was sure Su Qian had said something to Ancestor just now. Moreover, the Ancestor's question was too strange.

What did he mean by was it her? Who else could Su Qian be besides Su Qian?

Su Yunxian lifted her skirt and strode onto the stage. She could not care less about Su Chenghua. Instead, she pointed at Gu Qingyou and scolded, "Great Steward, this is Ancestor Su. Don't be too impudent!"