Bai Ruozhu gave her a cold glance, remarking, "Then you just wait and see." She walked away without another word.
The widow Zhou took pride in what she believed was her victory, holding her head high, her hand resting on her barely protruding belly. She strutted towards Mountain Village, planning to stir up some trouble with Bai Fu. She was certain that she could always get what she wanted with some clamor and fuss.
A wicked smile spread across the widow Zhou's face at the thought.
However, Bai Ruozhu had no interest in dealing with the widow Zhou. She had plenty of ways to put the widow Zhou in check. But for the time being, she left the widow alone to have her way, while the head of the family, Grandpa, was silent.
When she arrived at Bai Lu's home, she handed him the invitation card. "Patriarch grandpa, my father specifically reserved a table for your family. You must send more people. It won't do if it isn't filled up," she insisted.