"Why suddenly think of tomb-sweeping? Well, go take a look so no one accuses our Su Family of being ungrateful," Su Qingzhang's mood was quite good today, so even though Su Ziceng brought up a taboo subject, he didn't take it to heart.
The three of them chitchatted for a bit more until Chang Mei, fuming with anger, came down from upstairs. Her eyes were bulging like a goldfish's, and her nostrils flared ceaselessly. She sat down beside Su Qingzhang and with those rolled-back eyes, she glared fiercely at Yang Wuxu.
That expression made Su Ziceng feel nauseated, let alone Su Qingzhang. With the addition of one person, the conversation was no longer warm; Su Qingzhang stood up displeased and walked straight upstairs.
"Acting jealous like a young girl when you're almost a hundred years old," mocked Su Ziceng. After spitting out those words, she couldn't help but wonder—was Chang Mei's relationship with her father one of true affection, or was it merely a calculative interdependence?
