Maybe She Still Has A Chance

On hearing Feng Wu call Mrs Ning a dying woman, Ning Chenxi didn't realize what she meant at first, but Yan Yan reacted right away!

She rushed toward Feng Wu, stomped her foot, and glared at the latter. "What did you just say?!"

Feng Wu shrugged. "I think you heard me clearly."

Yan Yan was furious. "You!"

She wanted to hit Feng Wu, but Ning Chenxi stopped her in time. "Yan Yan, what are you doing here? Go back to your mother!"

"Ning. Chen. Xi! Are you deaf and blind? She just called my mother a dying woman and you're still taking her side? Are you even my family at all? You've lost your head over that pretty face!"

Ning Chenxi stole a glance at his aunt, whose face was contorted with rage. The lady was practically spitting fire from her eyes. All her guards had their hands on their sabers as well.

Ning Chenxi was conflicted. However, he still turned to Feng Wu in the end. "Can you maybe apologize to my aunt?"