That unmistakable authority belonged to Di Xihuang.
“Aunt?
Tong Baichuan’s voice was surprised. Did he not know the relationship between Di Xihuang and the old witch? Ou Xueman was also surprised.
“Then, what is the relationship between Di Yun and you?” Tong Baichuan asked nervously.
“Since he can call me aunt, what relationship could he have with my sister?” Di Ying replied before Di Xihuang.
Tong Baichuan seemed doubtful. “Is that so?” He responded to Di Ying’s answer perfunctorily.
Silence filled the room, as if a hidden contest was ongoing. Just as Ou Xueman was about to rush in, Tong Baichuan spoke again.
“Although Xihuang’s surname is Di, he should call you aunt, but he calls you aunt instead…” Tong Baichuan said leisurely.
“So what?” Di Ying stared at him, her displeasure evident.
“A Yun and her ex-husband had a child who took her surname. She later sent the child to the U.S. to the biological father and had no news since,” Tong Baichuan paused, slowly walking towards Di Ying, his eyes observing elsewhere. “So I can’t help but suspect that Xihuang is that child.”
“Hmph, since that child is out of touch, how would I know where they are?” Di Ying said impatiently, warning Tong Baichuan not to say more.
Tong Baichuan scrutinized Di Ying, “You know about the ST Fund, right?”
Di Ying’s expression changed, and after a deep breath, she replied, “Of course, it’s what the man who abandoned my sister left her.” Putting down her teacup, she continued, “But now this fund is in your hands, hmph.”
Ou Xueman outside was grinding her teeth; this woman was trying to probe the whereabouts of the fund.
Tong Baichuan sighed, “Actually, that fund…”
Ou Xueman rushed in, “Don’t say it, Dad. They’re here for that ST Fund.”
The others in the study were shocked by her sudden appearance. Di Xihuang, sitting behind the desk, observed them with half-closed eyes.
“Xuan Xuan, how did you come in from the balcony?” Tong Baichuan asked with concern, noticing her thin and haggard appearance.
Ignoring her surroundings, Ou Xueman grabbed Tong Baichuan’s hand, “Dad, this is all a trap.”
