Of course, Gu Zi knew better than to lose her composure. She steadied herself, carefully maintained her poise, and responded as if she were entirely unaware of the incoming storm.
"Tang Xue," she said mildly, resting a hand on her rounded belly, "what brings you to my home? I'm heavily pregnant now, and not in the best shape to entertain guests."
But Tang Xue—who had just been thoroughly lectured by Chen Xi—was in no mood for civility. Her face was tight with frustration.
"Gu Zi, don't play dumb," she snapped. "You know why I'm here. Why did you have to spread that nonsense about me selling counterfeit goods? You deliberately ruined my image in front of Chen Xi, didn't you?"
Gu Zi, seeing she'd walked straight into the confrontation, chose not to deflect anymore. She kept her voice calm and rational.
