"You're always easily excited."
Li Qianxue said so, but there was no anger on her face. She looked at her daughter's hands, which were fair, tender and well maintained.
She brought up Su Peizhen like a princess, and could not bear to see her being hurt in the slightest. "We are not sure now whether it is true or not," she said. "It's no use to be so anxious. If the truth comes out and it proves to be her, we'll have ways to deal with her."
"What ways?"
"Silly girl," Li Qianxue patted Su Peizhen on the shoulder. "Sometimes you don't need to deal with someone yourself. It's not worth getting your hands dirty."
"Mom." Su Peizhen immediately grasped what Li Qianxue meant, and nodded heavily. "Thank you, mom. I got it."
The mother and the daughter look at each other smiling. Li Qianxue seemed to be comforting her daughter but actually began to doubt Su Qingsang.
