Tang Yaxuan pressed herself flat against the wall, wedged between the sofa and the wall. She held her breath, pretending she didn't exist, and waited until the two sisters, who had been tangled up in a struggle behind the door, finally separated. Wu Xiaorui stormed back to her room, shaking her hand. A moment later, Wu Xiaowen staggered into her own room and quickly shut the door.
Tang Yaxuan let out a sigh of relief, secretly glad she had pulled her door partially shut when she came out. As Wu Xiaorui had instructed, she had first gone to the kitchen to do a quick tidy-up, stoke the stove, and put a kettle of water on to heat for washing the dishes and cups. She had planned to clean the living room while the water was heating, but who would have thought... This actually worked out perfectly. Wu Xiaowen would think she was in her room, and Wu Xiaorui would think she was in the kitchen. Neither would suspect that she had heard and seen their fight.
