As she spoke, she advanced on Fei Jin.
Yang Meiling stood behind them, her head lowered, but the corners of her mouth quietly curled up.
Her gaze was hidden beneath her hanging hair as she secretly observed everyone's reactions.
She paid special attention to every subtle change in Fei Jin's expression.
'Go on, fight. Yell. The show has already started anyway.'
'The bigger the scene, the better!'
'As long as the conflict escalates and Fei Jin starts to doubt Song Qingya, my plan is halfway to success.'
She sniffled twice, feigning grievance, and moved closer to Mrs. Yuan's ear.
"Aunt Yuan, don't be so angry. It's not worth getting sick over... Brother Ajin is just being kept in the dark right now... Once he comes to his senses, he'll understand..."
On the surface, she was placating her, but inwardly, she was fanning the flames.
Mrs. Yuan was already losing control of her emotions. Provoked like this, her last line of rational defense instantly crumbled.
