She refused to let the matter rest.
She would make Su Muran pay for the "blood debt" in one form or another.
Not long after, at the Lu Estates. Yan Huan sat at one side with a thin blanket on her belly. Everyone concerned had arrived, including Qin Xiaoyue, who kept rolling her eyes as though she had nothing to do with the matter. She wasn't the least interested in meeting someone who nearly murdered her son.
If Lu Qin had become paralyzed or mentally disabled from the incident, she would make Su Muran--no, the entire Su Family--pay with their lives. Funny how they came to her before she went to them.
"Just as I was wondering who it was. Not fully dead yet, are we? You look halfway there," she laughed contemptuously, her words as poisonous as usual. "It's not very nice of the Su Family to send a dying woman to harm the living."
"Who are you calling dying?" Su Qingdong sprang to his feet, bristling at the repeated mentions of death.
