The two people faced Mrs. Zhao, without even calling her.
Fu Cai instinctively reached into her bag, trying to call Zhao Baoyan.
A man noticed her movement, "Young Mistress, why don't you come along."
Mrs. Zhao stood up, glanced at Fu Cai beside her, "It will be fine, don't be afraid."
Madam was waiting in a meditation room, as the two entered, Fu Cai saw Zhao Zhenghao was also there.
The large bundle of sunlight behind them was instantly blocked by the closing door, splitting the light inside the room into grids that came through the diamond-shaped windows.
Fu Cai's small hands hanging by her side clenched tightly as she saw Zhao Zhenghao, seeing an enemy.
Madam sat in a chair, expressionless.
Mrs. Zhao stepped forward to greet her, calling her sister.
"Who's your sister, you haven't even entered the door yet."
"Mom, you're getting senile, today's law upholds monogamy; as long as you haven't divorced, she will always be the third."