Seeing Fu Cheng so certain, Old Mrs. Fu also felt relieved. She glanced at Shu Wan, who was eating sweet potato, and suddenly asked, "When are you two getting a divorce?"
At this question, Shu Wan hadn't reacted yet, but Fu Siyu's expression had already turned cold.
He was just about to say something when Shu Wan grabbed his hand and shook her head at him.
Then, after swallowing the food in her mouth, Shu Wan turned to look at Old Mrs. Fu, "When are you going to die?"
No exaggeration, the entire hall fell silent at Shu Wan's words, even Fu Siyu gave her a surprised look.
He knew that Shu Wan's retorts were always straight to the heart, but he didn't expect them to be this direct.
As expected, Old Mrs. Fu, who had initially wanted to maintain a peaceful image, erupted in anger upon hearing those words, "Insolent!! You lowly actress, with no manners at all."
"You, a high and mighty wealthy matriarch, also lack manners, don't you?"
