Realizing he had been fooled, the serene gaze in Craig's eyes was swept away by fury.
He raised his hand to push Wen Shu away, but she stepped back first, her beautiful eyes flashing with a maddening mockery.
"Wen Shu!"
For once, Craig's stern face showed another emotion.
Seeing him like this, Bai Qiao bit her lip.
She wanted to slap him but feared he would hate her, so she shyly withdrew her hand and ran crying to the backyard, "Craig, you liar!"
Craig, his mind restless, glanced at Bai Qiao's back, then shot a severe look at Wen Shu before hurriedly chasing after her.
The servants who witnessed this farce held their breath, forming a deep, negative impression of this true heiress who had been wandering outside for years.
Faced with their apprehensive gazes, Wen Shu slowly walked upstairs, her face full of sarcasm and provocation, quickly morphing into weariness.
