Han Cihui even lied to them, saying that he was busy, so he didn't have time to go back to the old mansion to see them.
Busy with what? Playing games?
Now, seeing Liang Zixuan playing with her phone, Old Madam Han was even more dissatisfied.
Liang Zixuan lifted her face from her phone and looked at the old woman in front of her.
If it weren't for her slightly hunched back, she really would have thought that the old woman was only in her fifties. Although she wore black sunglasses, Liang Zixuan could still feel the sharp look in her eyes under the sunglasses.
Lowering her head, she saw the delicate cane in the old woman's hand. With a single glance, she could tell that the old woman in front of her wasn't an ordinary person.
Liang Zixuan suddenly thought of the legend she had heard. The old woman in the story had an expression similar to the old woman in front of her, whether she was angry or not, no one could see her thoughts.
