His gaze was calm and composed, but sitting there, he exuded an invisible pressure. Tu Meijiao pursed her lips, suddenly feeling a dryness in her throat, and picked up the teacup in front of her to drink silently.
Tu Yingying, next to her, was still indignant, "Brother Beichen, my aunt and I are simply feeling it's unfair for you! She originally came from a low background; it's one thing to marry you purely, but then still..."
"Yingying, I forgot my gift upstairs, could you go get it for me?" Lu Beiyao interrupted Tu Yingying in time to prevent Lu Beichen from getting angry.
Her words being suddenly cut off, Tu Yingying replied angrily, "Can't you ask that woman to fetch it? You're going to divorce her, yet she's still acting like one of the Lu Family, scared to be tired by taking something?"
Tu Meijiao glanced sideways at Li Siru, feeling a surge of anger, and couldn't help but grip the teacup tightly.
