Mrs. Zhao got into Yan Xi's car, taking the seat beside her, a piercing gaze falling upon Yan Xi.
She seemed unfazed, as if the earlier scene hadn't affected her emotions at all.
Mrs. Zhao's eyes involuntarily darkened.
"Miss Yan, are you not at all worried about Siting?"
Yan Xi was puzzled.
Wasn't Yu Siting sitting comfortably in the car in front of them?
She should be worried about Mrs. Yu, whose poor health could have suffered from the stress.
Mrs. Zhao, seeing her clueless expression, let out a sigh.
"Siting has been lectured by his grandmother again because of you, and you don't feel heartache at all? Is this how you act as a wife?"
"A qualified wife is one who can mediate family conflicts, not exacerbate them."
Yan Xi raised an eyebrow, "Are you saying Siting can't handle this matter, or are you talking about what happened just now with Miss Zhao?"
Mrs. Zhao frowned.
Yan Xi's smile remained gentle as she continued.