The more Xia rushuang spoke, the more hatred she felt. She gritted her teeth and said,""You destroyed the happiness of the first half of my life, and now you're letting a little bitch destroy the happiness of the second half of my life. It wasn't easy for me to get everything I have now. Don't even think about taking it away from me."
Xia rushuang slowly raised the fruit knife in her hand. In the dark of the holiday, the cold light of the metal was particularly cold.
There was only one voice in her mind at the moment. As long as this old woman died, the Xia family would be in complete chaos. Xia Anlan was not in the mood to investigate Xiao' AI's death.
When the time came to shift the blame for grandmother Qi's death to Yan qingsi, the old man would only hate her to death. Even if Xia Anlan wanted to protect her, he would have to see if the old man agreed.
