As soon as Zhang Mei finished speaking, she grabbed Lin Miao's hand and marched straight into the Su family home without waiting for an invitation.
Gu Zi didn't stop them—she had opened the door, after all, and had no intention of backing down from this confrontation. Calmly, she closed the courtyard gate and followed the mother and daughter, maintaining a deliberate distance.
Once inside, she gestured politely but coldly. "Please have a seat, Aunt Zhang."
Zhang Mei, seemingly satisfied with this semblance of respect, glanced around the room before sitting down. Her sharp eyes immediately spotted the teapot on the table.
Without hesitation, she poured herself a cup, as though she were the mistress of the house, and took a sip. Her lips puckered in mild dissatisfaction. "Your husband makes so much money, but you can't even spring for better tea to serve your guests? Some things, like appearances, are worth spending on."