Jiang Yichun seemed to realize Bai Ruozhu was listening. A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes and on the corner of his lips hidden behind the mask.
The adjacent private room fell silent for a few seconds before a youthful female voice sounded, "But it's a precious possession of my master, how could it be ineffective? Just wait and see the drama unfold."
The woman's voice was pleasant, making people wonder if her appearance was as beautiful as her voice. However, there was a ruthless undertone as she finished speaking, shattering the pleasant impression left by her voice.
The old woman chuckled, "That's good, I've had enough of the Li family. You, Xianxian, are much gentler and more charming than her. The mere sight of her stirs up my temper."
"Dear auntie, you shouldn't speak this way. If not for sparing brother Shunsheng's pains, I wouldn't have the heart…" The woman's voice trailed off as if she was on the brink of tears.