Although she thought this in her heart, she still maintained that ambiguous smile on her face, but her eyes held a bit more scrutiny and doubt, as if she wanted to see through Ma Hehua.

Ma Hehua met her gaze without flinching, and unseen sparks seemed to fly between them, making the air at the doorway tense. A war without gunpowder had just begun.

After exchanging insults, the group moved to the living room.

The living room was extremely spacious, with a luxurious crystal chandelier casting its light, and servants were busy arranging fruit.

However, in this seemingly harmonious scene, one figure stood out conspicuously: a woman who looked to be around 40 years old.

"Ah Xiu, look at me, I've completely forgotten about you," the old lady said with an unnatural smile.

"Godmother, it's alright. I came here to settle things with Brother Fa Gui."

Ah Xiu's voice was calm, yet it carried a hint of determination.

"What's the end of it?" Ma Hehua immediately became alert, like a cat that had been provoked, with all the fur on her body seemingly standing on end.

He then quickly glanced up at the woman named Ah Xiu. Although Ah Xiu's face showed the marks of time, she was still quite charming, and her eyes seemed to hold endless stories.

Ma Hehua's eyes instantly sharpened. She stared intently at Axiu, as if trying to uncover some secret from her. Her gaze was almost tangible, filled with scrutiny and displeasure.

The relaxed atmosphere in the living room instantly became heavy again, and a new storm seemed about to break out in this spacious yet oppressive living room.