"So..." Xiao Sichen bent down, his body leaning forward, his voice low enough that only Xiao Wanqing could hear, "Does Auntie understand now whom she has provoked?"
Xiao Wanqing's face turned pale in an instant...
Some things finally connected, and there was a fact she had no choice but to accept.
Ye Ranran had stolen Xiao Sichen's heart.
"Mochi, have someone take Auntie to Yongye Old Mansion. She is not to leave for a month," Xiao Sichen stood up, casting a glance at Xiao Mochi.
Xiao Mochi nodded, approached, and extended his hand like a gentleman, smiling, "Auntie, please."
Yongye Old Mansion was essentially the Xiao Family's private prison, where members who misbehaved were confined. They had food and drink, but life was worse than death.
Xiao Wanqing's face was ashen. She slumped to the ground softly, like a puppet that had all its power drained, muttering, "I am your aunt... You can't... can't..."