Cheng Qingyan sat on the sofa at home, her aunt came over and looked at her, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet? It's so late?"
"I'm about to die of anger." Cheng Qingyan said irritably.
"What's wrong with you again?" The aunt looked at her daughter helplessly, "Every time you either don't come back, and when you do, you're hardly ever happy."
"Do you know Xia Yunsheng's mother? The one who married into the Song family."
"Uh-huh." Mrs. Xia had visited the General Mansion once, and the aunt had met her.
"She actually went to the Presidential Palace to act all pitiful! I think she's just creating opportunities for Xia Yunsheng and Sichen. She's such a shameless woman. She couldn't possibly think her daughter could become the First Lady, could she?" Cheng Qingyan said this, looked at her mother, and said grievously, "Mom, I'm really upset about this, and Sichen got mad at me too. You have no idea... that Song Anning, Xia Yunsheng's sister, she's always out doing who knows what."
