The man's footsteps were heavy and frantic. Hearing the commotion, Mei Wanying and Ling both looked over.
The former looked displeased, while the latter had a look of confusion, even forgetting to drink her milk.
Mei Wanying thought it was one of the servants causing trouble and was about to scold them to be more composed and less clumsy.
But the person who came in was a tall figure.
Mei Wanying jumped in fright.
She hurriedly turned her body to the side, her slender fingers tightly pulling her open lapels closed.
In the same motion, she held her daughter tighter.
When she turned her head to look again, she saw that the visitor was Pei Yan.
Mei Wanying was both shocked and furious. Her reason vanished in an instant as she picked up a porcelain cup from the table. "Get out!"
Holding Ling with one arm, she threw the porcelain cup with the other, and her hastily closed robe fell open again.
Mei Wanying's face flushed red. She clutched her lapels again, not daring to let go.
