Where's Your Face?

Seeing her sour expression, Yu Zongzheng couldn't help but flare up. "Yang Shuwan, where's your face? As a mother, you didn't keep an eye on Brother Si, causing him to drown. If this isn't your fault, then whose fault is it? You still have the cheek to blame Yao Yao. You keep saying that it's her fault. Do you know that if Yao Yao hadn't saved Brother Si's life, if anything had happened to him, you would have already received the divorce letter and returned to the Yang family."

He shouldn't have married Yang Shuwan, the daughter of a concubine.

If it weren't for Si'er, he would have written a divorce letter and asked Madam Yang to leave.

"M-Master, you…" Yang Shuwan's body went limp and she fell to the ground. She looked at the servants in the courtyard and her hands and feet turned cold. Her mind was in a mess.