Xie Qiao's heart instantly relaxed. The way she looked at Meng Jifang was filled with malice.
She looked kindly at Meng Jifang, the corners of her mouth curling into a perfect arc. Her voice was as gentle as a spring stream hitting a round stone. It was light and melodious, "Young Master Meng, you don't look big. Since you stepped on someone else's memorial tablet, you shouldn't feel wronged by fulfilling Ms. Cai's last wish, right?"
"I will..." Meng Jifang stared at her.
"Sigh, Cai Erniang really had a tough life. She had lived her entire life, but she has never experienced what it means to live a carefree life. She's not like you, Young Master Meng. Ever since you were born, you've lived a luxurious life, and your servants are all over the place. You're very generous, kind, and cute." Xie Qiao was thick-skinned as she spoke slyly.
Meng Jifang's good fortune was also due to his good luck.
