Yang Li's heart was filled with such rage that she wished she could tear Jiang Ying's mouth apart, glaring at her fiercely.
"Brother, look how she's glaring at me, it's so scary!" Jiang Ying feigned fear, driving Yang Li to the brink of patience.
This little hoof knew exactly how to tattle!
"Don't listen to her nonsense, big nephew, how could I possibly glare at her? We're all family after all. What I just said was all in jest, big nephew, you mustn't take it seriously," Yang Li gripped her dress tightly, visibly anxious.
She was terrified that he might take offense and have her husband detained even longer.
Not to mention Yisha, nothing could go wrong with her.
Xiao Chen hung his head as if he hadn't heard a word she said, looking at Jiang Qiong with concern, "Are you alright?"
Jiang Qiong shook her head. She could handle it, but Yang Li's words had indeed been hard to bear.