As Ji Wei spoke, she tilted her head up, looking at Mo Qian: "Mo Qian, let's just go upstairs. Aunt is old and can't handle much agitation."
Mo Qian raised his eyebrows, the smile on his lips deepening.
His woman was truly getting more mischievous by the day.
But that was precisely what he liked.
This side of Ji Wei—vivid and full of life, as though adorned with stardust—firmly held his gaze.
Ji Yunxiang could only watch helplessly as their figures disappeared upstairs, her chest heaving with fury.
She was a senior, yet Ji Wei had humiliated her like this. It was absolutely intolerable!
"Madam, would you like some tea?"
A nearby servant cautiously handed over a teacup to Ji Yunxiang.
Unable to contain her anger, Ji Yunxiang reached out, intending to use the tea to suppress her boiling rage, but as soon as her fingers touched the edge of the cup, she shrank back from the searing heat.
"So hot! Are you trying to burn me to death?!"
