Shui Anluo rubbed her arm as she observed a moment of silence for Shui Anjiao's language teacher. 'Who's the usurper? Is this woman an idiot?'
'Who does she think she is? She doesn't have anything to do with this situation.'
If they really wanted to talk about relationships, this house would at least be considered to belong to her son. She, as the mother, was not all that related to the situation at all.
An Jiahui looked at Shui Anluo from head to toe. They had specifically visited at this hour because Chu Ningyi would not be at home at this time.
"What? Is your sl*t of a mother afraid that she couldn't hold on to Moyun so she's asking her little sl*t to seduce Ningyi?" An Jiahui said despicably.
Shui Anluo gently pursed her lips but there was no sign of her losing her temper.
