The Young Madam Jiang's cold, cutting gaze suddenly shifted onto Xin Zhiwan, who felt a shiver in her heart. Although her sister-in-law was from the Jiang Family, she wasn't particularly spoiled. Over the years, due to Little Snowball's death, she hadn't shown Xin Zhiwan any kindness, but simply ignored her. Yet she had never looked at her like this.
With a mocking curve at the corner of her mouth, the Young Madam Jiang said, "Who said there were no bees? Soon, I'll show you the bees! But before that, I want to ask Zhiwan, who encouraged you to draw that picture of Little Snowball?"
Everyone's faces changed; they knew about Xin Zhiwan's picture of Little Snowball that had upset the Young Madam Jiang. Even Lady Huaiyin had harshly scolded Xin Zhiwan, but seeing the Young Madam Jiang had no intention of pursuing the matter, they were content to let it go lightly.
No one expected her to bring it up at this moment.
