"Hou family? I don't understand. Why would Nuwa ever go there?" Zhuo Zihan stared at them.
Before Jia could respond, the doors burst open.
"Zihan!"
Mrs. Zhuo strode in with a force similar to a gloomy thunderclap, followed by her husband. The tension in the room escalated immediately with the angry flare present in her eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" She barked, her voice echoing off the marble. "How dare you come here and interrogate my son like he's a criminal!"
Jia stood up, not backing down. "We are not here as accusers and certainly not blaming him for anything. We are only trying to find the truth about a woman named Miss. Nuwa."
"My son has nothing to do with that wretched name!"
"Mom!" Zhuo Zihan trembled. A steep iciness filled his eyes as he cast a doomsday glare at her.
"I'm only trying to protect you and you are throwing those glares at me? Why did you even agree to this meeting!"
"Because I asked him," Yang Bingqing replied coolly.
