it's okay, mom. It's not too tight. I can handle it.
Ruan Mengmeng avoided Chen Qingzhi's gaze and wanted to walk around her to return to the living room.
However, just as he took a step, he was pulled back by Chen Qingzhi. "Stop lying to me, ruan Mengmeng. You're my daughter. Do you think I can't tell that you're lying to me?"
The young girl:
Why did these words sound so familiar? wasn't it what grandma always said about her mother?
Ruan Mengmeng was silent. She lowered her head and deliberately did not say a word.
"Good, you really don't have any money, right? Mengmeng, it's not that mommy wants to chide you, but if you don't have any money, why didn't you tell mommy that Yingluo gave me so much money last time? she even gave so much to your grandparents. You, you're really Yingluo."
Chen Qingzhi's gentle and beautiful features instantly scrunched up.
Although she was stubborn, she was actually feeling sorry for Mengmeng.
