Downstairs, Cheng Yanzhi sat down and a servant from the Presidential Palace brought him some tea. He looked at Xia Yunsheng, who still seemed a bit apprehensive, and said, "Don't worry, your mother is smart. She understood that my words were a threat."
"But she is sick now, is it really okay to threaten her?" She feared that her mother would get angry, and what if she, God forbid, collapsed because of it?
"For Song Anning's sake, she will be fine." Cheng Yanzhi handed the teacup to her, trying to calm her down, "Have some water."
Xia Yunsheng picked up the tea and took a sip. The tea tasted the same as before.
Her eyes darkened as she looked at Cheng Yanzhi, "You really have a way with words."
Facing such a shameless person as Song Anning, he handled the situation with ease.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before Mrs. Xia came downstairs with the help of the servants.
Mo Sichen looked at Mrs. Xia, "Auntie, wouldn't you like to rest a bit longer?"
