Su Qingsang indeed felt a little emotional in her heart. After Su Peizhen got slapped, Su Chenghui had stood up for her, and Li Qianxue was here to settle the score too.
Su Qingsang had never experienced the feeling of parental love and was never doted on. Now that she had had a taste of it, she felt that Su Peizhen really had quite a good life all these years.
"Your mother hit Peizhen?" Li Qianxue continued to move a step forward. She was already standing directly in front of Su Qingsang. The distance between both women was less than twenty centimeters.
Su Qingsang felt some discomfort and awkwardness due to Li Qianxue's imposing manner. She took a step backward.
"Your mother hit Peizhen?"
When Li Qianxue spoke those words, the look in her eyes was quite sharp.
"Auntie, my mother is not to be blamed for this matter. The situation at that time..."
