"You, you."
Mrs. Xu was trembling all over with anger at Luo Anhui's words.
She had not expected the usually gentle Luo Anhui to say such things; it was so unlike her: "Can't have a son and you think you're justified? You wretch, you..."
"Why is the doctor still not here?"
Luo Anhui ignored Mrs. Xu and frowned at the maid beside her.
Just as she asked, an old woman came rushing: "Miss, the doctor we called was stopped at the gate, and they're not letting him in no matter what."
Luo Anhui's face instantly turned pale.
"Fine, fine! I give you face and you turn shameless. If you don't want me to live, then no one will have it good."
With a cold laugh, Luo Anhui had several old women holding her three daughters while a servant cleared the way, heading straight for the Xu Family's gate.
Mrs. Xu hurriedly instructed someone to stop her.
