She meticulously planned her every move, never expecting them to meet face-to-face, and Ji Anning wasn't dead yet.
How could she swallow this anger?
The servants lowered their heads under her scolding, not daring to even blink.
Although Charles had now shifted all his attention to his son, Ji Chicheng, Korea had been groomed by him since childhood.
She was once recognized by everyone as the sole heir to the Charles family. Even if Charles now had a son, her status wouldn't be significantly diminished; she still counted as a little mistress of the Charles family.
When she got angry, naturally, no one dared to say anything.
Compared to Korea's big reaction, Yao Yiyang, who had walked alongside her earlier, was much more composed.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, casually slipping his hands into his trouser pockets, and stayed where he was. He watched Ji Anning and Ji Chicheng with an amused expression.
She was safe, and that put his mind at ease.
Otherwise...
