"Xinmei, have a look at the Buddha Hall after supper. First Madam has chanted the Buddhist scriptures for a long time, and I think she should have calmed down!" Ning Xueyan said casually with an elegant smile, sitting by the soft couch and leaning against a soft cushion.

Madam Ling had been so quiet in the past few days that she seemed to be a different person. She would have tried to stir troubles at Buddha Hall even before her son returned. Now, her son had come back, how she ...