Ji Xinhe's nonchalant greetings, at this moment, sounded like mockery to Yi Ling.
Yi Ling's face was filled with discontent, completely dropping her false pretense, she sneered venomously, "Do you think I am in the mood to stroll in the garden?"
Ji Xinhe blinked in pretended surprise, "Does that mean you came here specifically to wait for me? When Aunt Yun left the Flower House, she was so resolute that I thought you would never want to see me again in your life."
Yi Ling, however seemingly on the verge of a breakdown, yelled with bloodshot eyes, "Do you think manipulating my life is fun for you? You repeatedly hurt me. Do you want me dead? Despite being a woman who has lost a child, how can you be so cruel!"
Xiaoyu's face darkened instantly, she shouted sternly, "Insolent!"
Shulan couldn't help but step forward and slap Yi Ling, glaring at her and reprimanding, "Is someone like you even capable of cursing our Madam and the unborn child in her belly!?"