The woman turned a deaf ear, striding straight out of the hall.
Getting into the nanny car, Aunt Zhou looked toward Mu Wanqing with unease and said, "Madam, you shouldn't have so openly defied the old lady. If she goes and stirs trouble with the third young master again, you two..."
"I want her to stir up trouble intentionally," Mu Wanqing replied indifferently, seemingly unconcerned.
She'd prefer it if her son, in a fit of anger, decided to divorce her right away.
She didn't want to endure such a marriage for another day.
Aunt Zhou's expression froze for a moment, then realization dawned on her—Madam was resolute about getting a divorce.
As it was the master's family affair, she, an outsider, had no place to interfere, and could only sigh helplessly.
The nanny car had not been on the road long when the driver suddenly noticed something and reported, "Madam, the old lady's car is following behind us."
Is that so?
Mu Wanqing frowned, surprised.