Ye Ranran exchanged a glance with Mrs. Huo, both detecting a sneer in each other's eyes.
Mr. Huo, who usually couldn't care less about domestic affairs, apparently knew how to take care of someone, even consider their feelings.
"He never treated me like that, not even when we were newlyweds. He never asked if I was in pain—I thought he was just too dull to understand." Now it seemed, it was simply a matter of the wrong person.
"Don't think too much, let's handle this matter well, and once Dad is back by your side, you can punish him then," Ranran comforted her.
Mrs. Huo nodded her head.
At this moment, an aunt accompanied Xia Qing down the stairs.
Upon seeing them again, Xia Qing no longer showed any of her previous weakness, and looked unfriendly as she stared at Mrs. Huo and Ye Ranran: "What are you doing here? You're not welcome."
"What do you think we're here for, if not to know whether you really mean that unwelcome, or if it's just for show?" Mrs. Huo snorted coldly.