Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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"Alright, please leave my house quickly, you are not welcome here—as for the claim that I, Zhang Shan Ni, have been spreading bad rumors about you, you’ve absolutely got the wrong person. I only returned to the military three days ago. Since coming back, I haven’t even been downstairs at the family quarters; I’ve had others buy my daily necessities for me—"

Zhang Shan Ni’s large almond eyes narrowed slightly, her cold face glaring at Lin Yingxia’s actions, and her icy voice continued to rise:

"If you don’t believe me, the military’s Rong District has access records; you can check them out yourself! My home does not welcome you—please leave!"

Having spoken briskly, she supported her waist with one hand and pointed towards the door with the other, signaling them all to scram.

The hostess had repeatedly urged them to leave, and Lin Ximei, thick-skinned as she may be, didn’t dare to be unreasonable in front of Xie Tiesheng and his wife. Feeling guilty and weakened, she skulked away with her young daughter.

Before leaving, she glared fiercely at Lin Aifei.

Lin Aifei didn’t dodge or hide, staring right back at her unflinchingly, not showing the slightest weakness.

If one didn’t know they were blood-related mother and kin, as recorded in the family registry, one might think the two women had a private vendetta!

Following this disturbance, the dinner party could only break up unhappily.