Song Yunxi didn't listen to a single word left.
Just then, Fu Yin finished her bath and descended the stairs, bossily ordering the maid: "Wu Ma, make me a pot of bird's nest soup, I want blood-red ones. Just a little honey, not too much. I don't like it too sweet."
When she said this, she didn't even look at Song Yunxi sitting on the sofa.
Song Yunxi's face contorted with anger.
After just talking to Yang Hui on the phone, and now looking at this girl who isn't even as good as a pheasant...
The maid sensibly glanced at Song Yunxi, waiting for her cue.
Song Yunxi could only stand up from the sofa; she was going to personally reveal this girl's true colors.
Confronting Fu Yin, Fu Yin wasn't scared in the slightest. She even smirked slightly and forced out a "Auntie."
She said, "Auntie, you're a guest here. Shall I bring you a pot too?"
Song Yunxi laughed in anger, "I'm a guest? I've lived here for 20 years, since when did I become a guest?"
