She envisioned the bleak futures of Foo Wenjing and Foo Wencha, feeling elated at the thought.
Her two daughters helped her to sit down on the sofa.
Senior Master Wan stared at her coldly: "Wang Xian, you orchestrated all this, didn't you?"
"Dad, what do you mean by this? I don't understand," Wang Xian looked surprised.
"Stop pretending," Senior Master Wan said coldly, "You resent Chacha and Jingjing for speaking up for Ah Chong, so you can't stand to see Jingjing and Chacha doing well, and you're deliberately harming them."
"Dad, where did you get that from? You've wrongly accused me!" Wang Xian said calmly, "Dad, you know my nephew's situation; he's just a fool. Even if I taught him step-by-step, he wouldn't understand who he likes or dislikes. He likes Chacha because she suits his taste; it's got nothing to do with me."
Senior Master Wan slammed the table fiercely, "Then locking him in Chacha's bedroom was your doing, wasn't it?"
