Zhou Ting watched as Xia Weiyi stood up from the sofa and turned around, ready to head back to her bedroom. She could only stand behind Xia Weiyi, her face a mix of embarrassment and ashen rage, biting her lip, unable to leave or stay.
Shasha, who had been silent until now, watched as Zhou Ting got a proverbial smack in the face without managing to utter a word. She also had no idea what to do at the moment, watching Xia Weiyi leaning on the staircase and completely ignoring them.
After thinking it over, Shasha finally summoned her courage and spoke up: "Xia Weiyi, we came today because of Brother Zhiye and Uncle Xu's situation."
Xia Weiyi's footsteps halted momentarily, and when she turned around, her expression was one of confusion: "What does that have to do with me?"
"Xia Weiyi, stop playing dumb. If Ye Che hadn't interfered, would Old Xu have ended up in prison? Would Zhiye's company be facing closure? Would the house I'm living in be seized?"
